Files Of Fractured Fantasy

Files Of Fractured Fantasy
© Surazeus
2025 06 26

Adjusting photos of fake memories 
that I invent from lost mythologies, 
I order files of fractured fantasy 
to design new global democracy 
based on Liberty and Justice for all 
whose masks hang on the World History Wall. 

Having become this conscious being of bones, 
I aim my rifle at idols of stones, 
contrived by files of fractured fantasy, 
to shoot electric gods of piracy 
from charge of intermittent outages 
that program universal languages. 

I surf swift waves of mental frequencies 
that weave brain molecules with decencies, 
lost in thick files of fractured fantasy 
because they charge us for each ecstasy 
we steal from moon-ghost of the misty moor 
who hangs my lost mask on cathedral door. 

Stripped from the sizzle-frack of flashing screens, 
we build to barter hope in time machines, 
our scattered files of fractured fantasy 
swirl laughing in sea breeze of charity 
despite conceptual frame of distinct facts 
employed to prop political peace pacts. 

We zoom with piston engines of desire 
so we can join the global demon choir 
to sing old files of fractured fantasy 
based on tradition of dream fallacy 
since I would never join for membership 
in their exclusive club of censorship. 

Designing narrative from psychic trash 
in arcane magazine funded by cash, 
disbursed from files of fractured fantasy, 
I steal motifs of truth with blasphemy  
to tell new tale of our national pride 
in service to gnostic wisdom we hide. 

With faith in reason of my disbelief 
in transgressive ritual of social grief, 
I burn weird files of fractured fantasy 
to trash religious ideology 
that traps our hearts in the Afterlife Lie 
so I can perform my role as God Spy. 

Reality must imitate the world 
that increments time for the cosmic herald 
to study files of fractured fantasy 
indoctrinated through dream liturgy 
that memory reflects our loss of beauty 
so we chant spells with frantic sense of duty.