Yearly Laughter Of Fate

Yearly Laughter Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 08 15

Eager to share yearly laughter of fate 
with millions of workers in cubicles, 
I deal cards of fortune to manage hate 
that cracks foundation of our noble state 
because I measure waves of particles 
that program crystal brain of the robot. 

Unconcerned about whether or not 
anyone loves me, I dance among bees 
to map arch of the bridge Lucifer bought 
when he revived the angel who got shot 
attempting to control the river breeze 
as incarnation of some long-dead king. 

Therefore I will take you under my wing 
to shelter your spirit from social storm 
that shakes hearts of the people as they sing 
hymn of honor to demon with the ring 
that renders invisible mental form 
to bind my soul in swirl of time and space. 

My emotions are written on my face 
since I am qualified by psychic right 
to talk about my secret knowledge base 
when I analyze aspects of the case 
through investigation of divine light 
refracted through theology of fame. 

When I consider new rules for the game 
we play to decide who has right to rule, 
I order puzzle in conceptual frame 
to arrange whatever is not the same 
that we construct with help of the dream tool 
when building naked walls of paradise. 

Therefore I stop to consider the price 
that Fortune requires our bodies to pay 
if we avoid going through it all twice 
by exercising privilege through vice 
to search the waste land for the Golden Way 
in quest that resembles the rolling stone. 

I carve tale of my life on dragon bone 
with Runes of Power designed by the girl 
who explores the vast multiverse alone 
with radiant elegance of the star tone, 
then carves virtual Earth on the shiny pearl 
which twirls in air above the pyramid. 

Great Eye of Wisdom at core of the grid, 
which weaves tight matrix of calculus brains 
in humans frail as sly ephemerid, 
reveals through mirror that devils forbid 
eccentric code of linguistic domains 
where worshippers of laughter congregate.