Wyrd Spreadsheet Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 03 03

Our world that was real ten years ago
has vanished into the mists of dreamland,
so now I dream about the way things were,
walking across campus to the classroom
where I will learn about the distant past
so I can perform the future as play.

John sits in the diner on Nineteenth Street,
eating scrambled eggs and sipping black coffee,
and contemplates how both sorrow and joy
scramble beauty and ugliness of life
like abstract paintings on museum walls,
while the endless morning train loudly clacks.

Three men wearing ski masks break in the store
and fill leather bags with diamonds and jewels,
then whistle as they saunter down the street
to play chess with old men in the lake park
who talk about their life in prison camps
when they survived the war-time holocaust.

Karen types numbers on the white keyboard,
filling columns in wyrd spreadsheet of fate
with expenses and profits of the heart
to calculate health of the national soul,
then wanders past the lake park to eat lunch,
smiling at John as the strangers pass by.

Aiming pistol at the three diamond thieves,
John orders them to lie down on the ground,
but they hurl the wood chessboard at his face
and zig-zag through the hungry lunch-time crowd
till one takes Karen hostage with the knife
his grandfather gave him when he was twelve.

Filming the hostage scene with mobile phones,
the crowd parts as John aims gun at the thief
who presses sharp knife at throat of the woman
who tells him about her daughter named Tammy
who likes to paint castles and unicorns,
but he shouts and curses God in the clouds.

The small white church in the grove of oak trees
with its steeple pointed to the empty sky
calls to the raven stuck in human form
who falls to his knees and drops the sharp knife,
allowing Karen to escape his fear,
so she hugs him as he cries for his mother.

Strolling together on the lake park trail,
John and Karen smile shy on their first date,
then tell each other about their childhoods
as they eat spaghetti and drink red wine,
then hold each other in the silver mist,
and kiss like the world will go on forever.

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Orpheus asks his mother how she met his father, so she laughs and tells him the funny romantic tale that seems like a movie from the Seventies.

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