Archives Of Fake Memories

Archives Of Fake Memories
© Surazeus
2025 06 22

Because I am the flowering sea of hope, 
this century of burning monstrous thought 
collapses into laughter through respect 
for shadow angels who live ardently 
with blasphemous desire to rewrite truth 
based on drama that we must think about. 

Against stark background of harsh tenderness 
we disregard surprise of history 
through melancholy meanness of dream code 
that programs us to play survival mode 
in tangent with abstractions trees extend, 
encased in archives of fake memories. 

Stone cottage hidden in suspicious woods 
sends purple thistles with mission from god 
to extricate blind robots from glass banks 
so they can reproduce strawberry jam 
for lonely princess on the red mushroom 
who crowns the greedy frog king of the Earth. 

Reflected in sad mirror on the wall, 
nine literary heroes fold their brains 
in huge delicate origami cranes 
that float around as books with serpent eyes 
chased by brass keys with bat wings of contempt 
when they pose for the random photograph. 

I disappear in painting on the wall 
to live forever as the Fisherman 
sitting peacefully in small wooden boat 
on the misty lake in lush mountain woods 
till sly Bianca opens door of time 
to tattoo words of my song on her arm. 

I ride the bus in maze of city streets 
all summer to songs on the radio 
about clean firmness of the naked soul 
which dances laughing on shore of the lake 
where wingless fairies steal keys of our homes 
till planes bomb our paradise into hell. 

Through chaotic necessity of truth 
I dig holes in the asphalt road of faith 
to find the secret treasure of the troll 
who wears blue business suit and long red tie, 
then end his reign of terror with the Word 
that shatters crystal temple of despair. 

Fixed by tragic stare of the noble clown, 
I summon demons from Sunday cartoons 
who teach us how to inhale oxygen 
after we fall to the Earth from dreamless stars 
so we can gather fruit in summer rain, 
concealed in archives of fake memories.