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Thursday, January 29, 2026

Pencil Of Secret Codes

Pencil Of Secret Codes
© Surazeus
2026 01 29

Not clever enough to avoid the trap 
of telling sick jokes to the lizard king, 
cute ray of sunshine dressed in methane skirt 
nurses child of the devil with black milk 
while chewing the pencil of secret codes 
that crouch with moon toads in abandoned mines. 

Adjusting perspective through edgy truth, 
she deals with hilarious opposites 
that pivot around Still Point of all time 
within framework of cerebral concepts 
based on project to design new world view 
that deconstructs imperial rule with lies. 

Misdirect focus of attentive greed 
from propaganda project to brainwash 
fools willing to believe religious tales 
presenting miracles as measured facts 
which support grand state ideology 
so we can see essential truth of being. 

She surfs event horizon of star waves 
with graceful anguish of lonely respect 
through slow revolving door of formal change 
programming how we understand the real 
based on aggressive twinkle of brain stars 
that twitch in cosmic wind of endless change. 

Raindrops paint dry dirt with radiant eyes 
that dazzle hearts of young vivacious ghosts 
who count how many crows fly outside time 
forever west to find where the sun hides 
with sharp intention of untampered books 
to build palace of notes from broken bones. 

Immaterial orchids by garden pool 
explain confusion about soul rebirth 
involving various objects without names 
that we assemble inside walls of stone 
with plan to purchase from ghost in the cave 
house of the haunting melody we play. 

Amorphous desire of rational fate 
urges me to invent new simple words 
that lurk on edge of aesthetic regret 
through intellectual game of puzzling charge 
based on sensational spark of dawn light 
that misleads progress of our retrospect. 

Social collision between private kings 
and public jesters over whose world view 
will better assimilate in one myth 
psychic trauma every human endures 
transforms countless warring states of the Earth 
in global drama no one wants to play. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus walks around the crowded streets of London with boxes of pencils he tries to sell to homeless poets who lounge around the fountain of Neptune.

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