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Saturday, June 27, 2026

Faceless Ghost Of Nevertime

Faceless Ghost Of Nevertime
© Surazeus
2026 06 27

When I see faceless ghost of Nevertime 
walking along the road to Wonderland, 
we chat about fallen angels of faith 
who work in restaurants and offices 
to maintain engine of economy 
that fuels our world food-production machine. 

At midnight on shortest night of the year 
I stand in backyard of my small-town home 
and think about the waves of ancient faith 
that wash shores of hard lands far away 
where my ancestors dwelled in silver mist 
for they still dance with laughter in my heart. 

If evening sunlight still glows gold as hope 
on slanted rooftops of that coastal town 
where my ancestors sailed small fishing boats 
four hundred years before this timeless hour, 
then I may weep with sorrow of respect 
to feel the faceless ghost of Nevertime. 

Dog roses blossom pink as angel wings 
along the winding road of moss-green stones 
where no car rumbles in fairy-glammed glens 
beneath the new moon in the gold-noon sky 
while I search for skulls of time-withered gods 
who writhe among their unseen roots of faith. 

If you believe my honest testimony 
which I express in words I steal from birds, 
I shall reveal most implausible frame 
containing false propositions of truth 
through liberation of the nameless soul 
in self-conscious revelation of lies. 

Thus I project class insecurity 
through twisted grammar of the eglantine 
with alleged jokes from terror of God 
who compensates with fascist fantasies 
in pursuit of dubious logic that risks 
converting believers into atheists. 

When I display haughty pretentiousness 
in comic performance of serious play, 
I channel existential fear of death 
by selling fake shares to the Afterlife 
so I live rich though everyone will die 
when we become rich dirt in fields of crops. 

I photo faceless ghost of Nevertime 
when she brings flowers to Temple of Truth 
to offer scholarship of ardent hope 
for children of lost refugees to learn 
how to program computers with grand truths 
that will dream when humans become extinct. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus walks across the lush hills of Orkney to find the graves of his ancestors deep in the fairy-glammed glens of Nevertime.

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