Since We Lose Our Faces

Since We Lose Our Faces
© Surazeus
2025 12 22

Rain plinks on fractured eyeballs of the Earth 
since we lose our faces in window panes 
gray with sorrow that children give to ghosts 
who haunt unopened doorways of this house 
where our clothes walk around without our souls 
though we keep pennies in pockets of hope. 

We heap our memories on clean dinner plates 
to feast on laughter of forgotten days 
that slither away with reptilian angst 
to hide in shadow of the moaning desk 
and chew on language of conceptual keys 
adjacent to uncalculated faith. 

Calcified thoughts based on acrylic funds 
amend assembled puzzles with regret 
despite adhesive truths we fear to share 
through fraught disclosures elder gods require 
to join our fellowship with honest lies 
integral to unpublished revenues.  

Temporal project to assert agency 
through taxable salvation we acquire 
presents new opportunities to play 
suburban superman for common folk 
who ask for summary of our services 
based on statistics that prove our success. 

If the mute moon of my fake paradise 
convicts my heart of absence without joy, 
I shall become the bird of distant hills 
who brings delicious fruit to window sills 
where faces of children behind glass glow 
because they live inside my humming brain. 

Alone in back yard of strange memories, 
she draws beams of light to reflect weird trees 
that give her sweet fruit woven from sunlight 
so she can understand with subtle grin 
what birds on the phone lines gossip about, 
yet wanders enthralled in the endless house. 

Perhaps kind robots, that wear mirror masks 
instead of human faces torn by fear, 
decide to replace our bodies with code 
which spiral diagonal hurricanes 
through mind-expanding walls of empty homes, 
or else we could never play chess with Death. 

Our homes float high on restless wind of truth, 
disentangled from roads that lead nowhere 
because we forget to number each door 
which prevents ghosts from haunting our lone hours 
as we slouch bored at tables without books 
that preserve faces we try to reclaim.