Moon Mirror Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 01 02

If the cloud is still free from moral guilt
after fifty years floating in his brain,
then she will serve no sacrificial cakes
to the boy who turns stones into snowflakes,
because he loves Andromeda with pride
though she clamps bulletless rifle of fame.

He plays trill sonata the devil wrote
because she searches for the flower seed
that sprouts from tangled words in holy books
which no one anymore takes time to read
though he waits on the bridge of somewhere else
to play the aviator she would wed.

He thinks the strange sky is hilarious,
but she waits in old theater of stars
for him to find her puzzle in the pond
enclosed inside walls of the grocery store
where he carves horses from fierce bars of soap
to build his army and claim the White House.

She decides that their trees by the dirt road,
where angels of ice dance in blazing sunlight,
should be partners in their chess game of love,
so they lie where the honeysuckles bloom
and talk about what their first kiss should mean
as if blind men decide how they should live.

Laughing with delight at his fear of faith,
she draws admission ticket to her heart,
so he gives her glass of water with grin
that causes every clock on Earth to spin
faster than leaves that flutter in fake wind,
then discovers America again.

She reminds him of what she said before,
that we are half air and half dirt of hope,
so they study snowy map of despair
and decide how they should open the door
that leads them to the land of empty homes
where children disappear in words of books.

We cannot win the game of broken trees,
she whispers when he floats on the moon breeze,
so they hold hands with trust in numbers game
that keeps their bodies rooted to the Earth
as they transform to piston-engine cars
that drive endless circles under dead stars.

Where have we all gone the past fifty years,
he asks the ghost in moon mirror of fate,
since the cheerful cloud of guilt first appeared
above lost temple of the holy land
where she still floats one inch above the Earth
for she designs the dream world where we live.

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Orpheus finds two trees with roots and limbs so completely intertwined that they shimmer in harmony with the electric disappearing moon.

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