Hour Of False Grace
© Surazeus
2026 02 21

Nine times around the lake of sparkling eyes
lithe Sylphus races clockwork orange of fate
to dance with crystal wings of butterflies
in frantic ritual to expel blind hate
from seething body of the human race
who sell their freedom for hour of false grace.

Contraptions of desire collapse in shards
that tighten roots of misdirected hope
slammed with fluorescent keys of bitter cards
designed to fracture wands fools steal to cope
with time-contracted breath of confidence
unspooling spiteful jokes of innocence.

Determined to run time back home from fear
by sprinting nowhere high on fragile thoughts,
sad Sylphus questions far-flung words too near
through frantic alibi of blind robots,
yet maps departure to the unknown space
with brave defiance of the blazing face.

Drawn from bright shadows of the noon eclipse
by snarling angels chained to temple poles,
sly Sylphus swims vast oceans on slow trips
against assertive tides of social goals
contrived as law by tyrant on the hill
who sneers at our assertion of free will.

Though sweet celestial dreams of paradise
rise from his heart and disappear at dawn,
proud Sylphus brews from apricots and spice
poisonous wine with brains of demon spawn
who slither from spiraled telephone lines
with stiff distrust of sudden porcupines.

Supine airlines of loyal globalists
connect disparate states of mental being
with burning crosses doused by atheists
who shake honest rattles of suffering
when we escape collapse of empire clans
who sell mansions and live in hopeless vans.

Trapped by grim loneliness of broken words,
bold Sylphus dares communicate with spells
weird secrets of his heart to happy birds
who guide his journey to find healing wells
so he sees life with luminosity
that radiates his brain with jocosity.

You see kind Sylphus everywhere you go
in maze of stores along cosmetic roads,
disguised as humble workers for the show
who play with brave dynamics of the toad
in safe enclosures through equality,
reserved for world reign of our deity.

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