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Saturday, June 27, 2026

Apparitions Of State Power

Apparitions Of State Power
© Surazeus
2026 06 27

My tears are pearls that splash in pool of time 
at sudden denouement of my weird tale 
from indiscretion of my eager hope 
to live free from obsession of your fear, 
because they gleam with whiteness of desire, 
reflecting eyes of angels in my heart. 

My tears are seeds that sprout from rancid soil 
as blood-dark iris at rim of my grave 
with indestructible frame forged by fate 
because I sing while wrapped in shroud of loss, 
my soul now starless on its vanished road 
as I wait mute beside the crumbling cliff. 

My tears are stars that twinkle sweetly bright 
in boundless expanse of the crackling sky 
that gleams in lucent water of my heart 
with ardent echo carving time from death 
at sharp crack, green as wordless clarity, 
that sparks religious sense of honesty. 

Every day I remember the whole past 
because my heart repeats productive acts 
with each attentive cycle of the sun 
that senses undulations of terrain, 
providing clear purview of twilit hills 
depicted on the visionary map. 

My tears are thoughts that cause things to be real 
by virtue of expression I program 
to frame chaotic swirl of fraught events 
in clever narrative defining truth 
as factors favorable to my success 
through strange necessity of ardent faith. 

My tears are words that distort ghosts of why 
in glassy lightness of our mirror minds 
where we perform in tragic play of hope 
unspoken ecstasies which calculate 
impossible myths we deserve to play 
with false translations of abnormal laws. 

My tears are birds with brave angelic wings 
that witness odysseys of calm despair 
described by proverbs of moon calendars 
unweaving threads of never-subtle worth 
so we mourn apparitions of state power 
as characters encased in scenery. 

I will rehearse no future I foretell 
through careless prophecy of falling snow 
that sparkles crystal clear on summer night 
when travelers from distant unmapped lands 
provide weird keys of passionate insight 
that hang from golden bough of travesty. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus captures tears of billions of suffering people in crystal jars of concern that he sells as expensive perfume in posh department stores.

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