Cracked Mirror Of The State
Cracked Mirror Of The State
© Surazeus
2026 09 12
She drives across country on signless road
past numberless houses with broken masks
through unnaturally calm weather of fear
to ask impatient clouds of everywhere
where she can find the house of singing ghosts
who understand assignment of the hour.
She never finds the house where she feels safe
so she builds home beside the factory
where children of the corn build radios
that channel voice of god to lonely farms
by crafting bones of angels into frames
that form calm haven for her wounded heart.
She stands in open door of voiceless hope
to watch for strangers on the dusty road
who bring no treasures from the hungry land
they took from tower of the golden calf
that screams in horror at the thunder cloud
so we can read books till the crack of dawn.
She sells unpackaged sorrow in glass jars
with pickled peaches from the Tree of Lies
but never bothers to explain the curse
encoded by blind prophet in blood verse
which analyzes economic games
played by the banker with conceptual names.
She hides her sorrow for the nameless dead
in brave epistle to the editor
who hangs her letter on the muddy wall
to monitor harvest through currency
exchanged by people in the market stall
who pray most fervently for secret wealth.
She never asks the children of the stone
why they are weeping on the telephone
while staring in cracked mirror of the state
with plan to outwit Death despite her fate
of getting trapped by fame in movie roles
that were not listed in her book of goals.
She sells the flashlight of the fallen god
to proud devil who runs for president
so he can translate what the river sings
about our new plan for spiritual growth
by breaking free from social comfort zone
through motivation of heart-woken zeal.
She tries to convince me with bitter grin
that bliss is sister of my mental pain
so I pause on the road to anywhere
and swerve with volta of the psychic turn
to readjust my social attitude
in tune with prayers for angry solitude.
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