Hollow Flux Of Fate

Hollow Flux Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 02 23

We shall embrace the hollow flux of fate 
to scribe clever proverbs on cement walls 
which reckons conduct of the lawless gang 
who gamble perverse notions of despair 
in fraught rebellion of the lonely fool 
through vain contest against the faceless bank. 

Through endless rain on buildings of state power 
walks grim Aquarius with blazing eyes 
who bears witch hazel wand of psychic flare 
to face Narcissus in the mirrored hall 
where they hurl flashing strikes of energy 
in clash for who will wield the key of wealth. 

His vision blurring in the leaden sky 
where twisted creatures from the sunless sea 
scuttle across barren angst of his heart, 
Narcissus shouts with ferocious disgust 
at thousands of angels in business suits 
who tremble in mute horror at his rage. 

Translucent bones of his delicate soul, 
cleansed of sorrow in pool of bitter snow, 
Aquarius reaches both hands to the sky 
to gesture with kinetic sleight of thought 
which channels straight somatic bolt of light 
to shatter illusion of psychic power. 

Encircling spiral swirls of fetid fog, 
congealed in roughened pungency of fear, 
Narcissus strikes back with aggressive growl 
at crumbling shudder rage contrives to fake, 
then howls in shock as all his evil plans 
to crown himself global king dissipate. 

Shocked by intense desire to live with faith, 
Aquarius radiates conceptual soul 
on crystal wings of ringing chandeliers 
to render wholesome solitude expired 
with calm reptilian honesty of pride, 
then strikes the fatal blow of history. 

Triumphant over gang of growling thieves, 
who flee the crumbling walls of social wealth, 
Aquarius declares great victory 
of honest people fighting for their rights 
against the faceless oligarchs of wealth 
who wail as their fake dollars dissipate. 

Though weight of wisdom in our hollow hearts 
bears imperceptible whorl of false dreams, 
we utter spells of horror all alone 
in doorless rooms where no photographs hang 
framed by world view we accepted as real, 
so we embrace the hollow flux of fate.