Fractured Twilight Zone
© Surazeus
2025 11 27

I hear sad crickets reciting their poems
in fractured twilight zone of loneliness,
their domestic concerns of broken hearts
echoing softly through pictureless rooms
as they cross iced Bridge of Forgetfulness
on their way to Heaven without Dream Charts.

I hear in wordless lyrics they recite
fragmented feelings about people they knew
whose faces fade from innocence of time,
so I follow clandestine clues to light
that shimmers subtler than sharp rainbow hue
with heart-enchanting vision of the chime.

I want to empathize with their despair
when my brain channels emotional beams
through radio waves of psychic regret
which they express in clever metaphor,
but I would wander too lost in their dreams
to find my own way beyond their vignette.

I pause on signless road of anywhere
to gaze at bright stars scattered in the sky
which my brain constellates in long-dead souls,
so from my heart wells energy to care
for how they suffer when I ponder why
all humans get stuck in their private roles.

I catch each puzzle piece of broken lives
that gleam in raindrop tears of memories,
then study isolated anecdotes
to comprehend how humanity strives
against fixed fate of gear-clocked tragedies,
and thus arrange sweet lies in clever quotes.

I listen closely to what words they use
describing anxious moments they perform
in awkward scenes of plays they feel trapped in
to solve conundrum of the cynic Muse
who untwists morals of the social norm
to free each spirit from their mannequin.

Ghost of Narcissus whispers in their ears
to trick their souls with anguish of desire
so they write poems in futile quest for fame,
instead of analyzing treasured tears
produced by vanity, to join world choir
that leaves them stranded in the losing game.

I wear soul-twisted mask of Lucifer
to bear high Lamp of Liberty with hope
lost souls can see bright sun of honesty
till they realize I am grim Jupiter
who trains scared refugees with tricks to cope
when poets preserve their tales in tapestry.

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