Time Flashing Weirdly Real

Time Flashing Weirdly Real
© Surazeus
2025 12 04

Silver shadows of my circular mind 
reveal eerie scene of the apple grove 
where moonlight watches me with water eyes 
so I reach out and touch what is not real 
that floods my garden with elusive hope 
till I become sharp desire of wind chimes. 

One thousand years of sorrow clean my mind 
with long-forgotten whisper of sweet rain 
embodied by this frame of memories 
in which my spirit glows with calm desire 
to animate aggressive thoughts of stones 
which sing about time flashing weirdly real. 

Surreal with spooky curiosity, 
my home contains alternative beliefs 
based on hypothesis contrived from mud 
that we are awkward demons of mute stars 
concerned about the eldritch honesty 
which we assert to prove our right to live. 

Because none knows where I was really born 
my mind performs with sinister acclaim 
through sly regard for bitter courtesy 
contained by shocked regret of bold esteem 
that we exchange for treasure of bruised hearts 
extracted by despair from vital mood. 

Through convoluted plight of humorous fear, 
entranced by disposition time affirms, 
I stand by broken bridge of federal trust 
and with fake courage divulge secret crimes 
my mind commits in shadows of morale 
that few would dare aver at maudlin death. 

I never will pretend with childish glee 
I am free flower blooming from grim rage 
except as we imagine falling snow 
conceals stark ugliness of wordless greed 
that traps in cycle of blind poverty 
apparent tricksters seeking shy revenge. 

I will not pray to any secret road 
with stubborn worship endlessly expressed 
through grand self-portrait of our asphalt god 
who teaches children to explore the world 
so they can always measure what is real 
despite inflation caused by heresy. 

Sincerity of aberrant defect 
alerts courageous architect of faith 
who portrays mad king with alacrity 
so people are compelled by fear of change 
to vote for him as jester of the land 
who takes me fishing on the mountain lake.