Read Books Backwards

Read Books Backwards
© Surazeus
2026 02 10

Ability to regulate despair 
by singing hymns my flashing brain designs 
provides foundation for excessive thought 
based on how I take responsibility 
by beaming radiant passion of my being 
to nurture spirit of my loving spouse. 

Though I transcend state of oblivion 
by striding forth with comic seriousness, 
sharp sword of ice-bitter wind penetrates 
wounded shield of my heart with obvious truth 
that I am fragile human stumbling lost 
through endless maze of myths that is our world. 

Aware of mute mephitic melancholy 
that poisons my heart with obnoxious faith, 
I read books backwards to misunderstand 
how humans hide weaknesses of their souls 
with frantic performance of sudden joy 
to misdirect attention of false friends. 

Wind blows snow off peak of the distant hill 
as I trudge slowly across sparkling field 
white is page of the book where I write spells 
to understand language of power lines 
that translate whisper of snow in sunlight 
to heart-breaking songs of romantic loss. 

I shall change my secret professor name 
to Robin Arthazar of Oregon 
for I twang lyre of Mercury with sass
to challenge gods of Academia 
who study how I run red light of fate 
and almost crash into the chariot. 

Propensity to master artistry, 
involving dexterous skill of aptitude, 
traps my attentive mind of star-chess moves 
in childish game of chase the faceless ghost, 
so I must temper adroitness of faith 
with honest prowess involving dead crows. 

Weird expertise for drawing network dreams 
provides resource of brilliant cleverness 
for how I organize masks of dead gods 
on white museum wall of diffidence 
with self-effacing passion to secure 
key to salvation for creating truth. 

Capacity to gather gems of truth 
provides foundation of marmoreal words 
for me to reassemble frame of mind 
in global puzzle of new paradigm 
I weave in tapestry of social heroes 
imprisoned in procedure of concern.