Crazy Why Town
© Surazeus
2018 11 05
Last of the naked hours, without blind light
forth into blankness, however strange time
knows why, back from infinite ethernet
connecting distant hearts, kissed by nowhere.
Waves of narrow change on water in bowl
balancing different states, faster than thought
repressed by duty, without power to know
truth concealed, effect of butterfly wings.
Door to evanescent room opened, flight
from dangerous truth, nothing in cold rain
flashed by questions, we the broken glass,
encoded visions hidden in blank books.
Simplified statement exposing our faith,
context of mud for seeds, exploding rays
of light webbing eyes, forgotten by those
walking somewhere, hands full of sterile seeds.
Rebirth of rancid bodies from foul lake
of weeds, jagged rocks drinking blood, gold clouds
remember how faces dissolve in snow, freeze
cracking veneer of this mask, same name lost.
Alone before the bank, new finance loan
denied, counting cars that speed on the road,
he sits in cycling flash of day and night,
body floating with leaves, fast stream of time.
Kind young woman who interns at the bank
puts twenty dollar bill in his fedora,
and smiles, but his face beams infinity
reflected by silence, if she retreats.
Nobody lives in the crazy why town,
with nowhere floating her broken mask down,
so she greets the blind man who never smiles,
giving him holiday eyes she designs.
© Surazeus
2018 11 05
Last of the naked hours, without blind light
forth into blankness, however strange time
knows why, back from infinite ethernet
connecting distant hearts, kissed by nowhere.
Waves of narrow change on water in bowl
balancing different states, faster than thought
repressed by duty, without power to know
truth concealed, effect of butterfly wings.
Door to evanescent room opened, flight
from dangerous truth, nothing in cold rain
flashed by questions, we the broken glass,
encoded visions hidden in blank books.
Simplified statement exposing our faith,
context of mud for seeds, exploding rays
of light webbing eyes, forgotten by those
walking somewhere, hands full of sterile seeds.
Rebirth of rancid bodies from foul lake
of weeds, jagged rocks drinking blood, gold clouds
remember how faces dissolve in snow, freeze
cracking veneer of this mask, same name lost.
Alone before the bank, new finance loan
denied, counting cars that speed on the road,
he sits in cycling flash of day and night,
body floating with leaves, fast stream of time.
Kind young woman who interns at the bank
puts twenty dollar bill in his fedora,
and smiles, but his face beams infinity
reflected by silence, if she retreats.
Nobody lives in the crazy why town,
with nowhere floating her broken mask down,
so she greets the blind man who never smiles,
giving him holiday eyes she designs.
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