Spectrum Of Strange Truths

Spectrum Of Strange Truths
© Surazeus
2026 03 13

When my Muse reveals spectrum of strange truths 
arrayed as statues of demonic clowns, 
I fuse my mind with weird riddles to bind 
devious virtues through feverish respect 
from solemn turmoil of typewriter thoughts 
unspooling world view I always believed. 

Despite intermittent sequel of moves 
attending game of mirth against bleak death, 
I push against bounds of physical hope 
that limit expansion of ardent scope 
radiant with fractured words I never speak 
till I reach interval of intact breath. 

Each time our world changes with subtle grace 
through duplication of existing states, 
I leap deceptive loom of glorious fear 
to weave convincing vision of events 
yet to unravel with undefiled force 
at sudden dreaming of explosive fate. 

Uncertain glory veiling mindless trust 
blossoms in flowers from corpse of our god 
corrupted by greed for global control 
where humming children gather by the pool 
to vote with laughter for the haughty fool 
as king of nothing because he lies well. 

Reluctant fallacy of social prayer, 
embodied by galactic ghost of time, 
vibrates with overtones of magic math 
enthralling searchers for evasive truth 
who seal humiliating deeds in jars 
buried in graveyards of outdated creeds. 

Gigantic cactus of conceptual law 
waits lonely in putrid grotto of stones 
tangled with hair of thirty thousand queens 
whose names Time erases with flood of tears 
when sluggish vampire king of loyalists 
charges rent for houses he never owns. 

New discoveries in scientific labs 
alter matrix of reality with jokes 
squeezed from crackling machines of twisted bones 
through convoluted atmosphere of words 
invented by doctors with fractured eyes 
who wander bright shores of Hibernia. 

Unsteady dance on twanging rope of faith 
tempts naive ballerina to transcend 
bottomless abyss of bright nothingness 
from church steeple to the honey-bee hive 
with lithe discipline of angelic soul 
because she likes to hum our river song.