Relate My Weird Tale
© Surazeus
2026 02 24

If she spends her days in tears people shed,
she may lose her eyes to the faceless god
who looks just like her father of the moon
so she explains with psychiatrist tone
that we have a nameless stranger in us
whose dark feelings are superfluous.

She holds her breath with courageous attempt
to prove her companions should be exempt
from sudden nothingness of wordless death
who like to sing with oceanic breath
assertive psalm of holy dizziness
to the dead on bridge of forgetfulness.

Because we learned to ambulate upright
while dancing in the shallow ocean tide,
she tells me she feels dizzy in her heart
because our world is spinning off the chart,
then reminds me that I should change my life
after she decides she will be my wife.

She digs in mass grave of dead languages
to find the expert ghost of loneliness
while hanging from the building roof of pride
that she has found where all the angels hide
by singing with the mocking bird of fate
who untwists formulas of selfish hate.

When Death stands near us in the twilight zone,
she touches truth that radiates from the phone,
then measures fluctuating flow of time
that morphs my soul into the Shadow Mime
so I teach you to chant alchemic spells
which helps me find my eyes in runic wells.

We burn dead body of our fallen god
whose spirit calculates psychotic code
required by angels of the justice squad
to track my evolution through each node
four hundred million years from fish to fool
who plays humble king in the play at school.

Since I am hungry for electric fruit,
I drive white truck while wearing satin suit,
accelerating through each cosmic frame
across the multiverse to find my name
carved with seraphic runes on granite cliffs
that relate my weird tale with petroglyphs.

When she traces our sprawling family tree
to find roots of our brains in physic key,
she finds first person in our gene bloodline
is Owl of Athena trapped in the shrine
where Mercury sings of the Traveler
who hides that he is son of Lucifer.

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Orpheus leads Victoria to the palace of mirrors where she finds her father Jupiter lying dead beneath the portrait with his secret face.

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