Reality-Distortion Field

Reality-Distortion Field
© Surazeus
2024 12 15

I will turn my thoughts into happy crows 
and let them fly about the neighborhood 
to explain why I wear mask of the clown 
that hides serious ennui of teenage angst 
since anyone who tries to talk to me 
enters my reality-distortion field. 

Weird dreams that haunt us during our childhood 
become our children who run in the field 
between our farmhouse and the lone highway 
where cows and ravens spend late afternoons 
talking about our television shows, 
caught in our reality-distortion field. 

Opening the encyclopedia book 
filled with data about our universe, 
I remember one million years ago 
when I encycle with exploring feet 
landscape of plants and animals I name, 
enclosed by reality-distortion field. 

Encircling world of objects I have named, 
landscape of undulating hills and vales 
with rivers feeding plants and animals, 
I conjure as function of conscious thought 
virtual world composed of unchanging ideas 
that inform reality-distortion field. 

Each object, I observe and catalog 
with name tagged by qualities that defines 
bounds of its existence within time and space, 
extends essential nature of its being 
so I can measure its enduring shape 
enframed by reality-distortion field. 

Expecting perfection of paradise 
where each person performs fate-assigned role 
with strict attention to cause and effect 
so their acts create rather than destroy, 
I nurse disappointment of bitter hope 
twisted by reality-distortion field. 

How often we flawed mortal creatures miss 
the mark of hope we project based on faith, 
and fall short of expected consequence, 
causing destruction of harm and distress, 
yet we confirm our souls in self-control 
through law of reality-distortion field. 

As twisted oak tree on the gnarly hill 
I embrace fairy princess in my arms 
who requests bright Sun Spider of the sky 
bless our marriage with children quick as wolves 
who become humans tending golden wheat 
blooming in reality-distortion field.