Stories Mirrors Tell

Stories Mirrors Tell
© Surazeus
2026 06 14

I have read all the stories mirrors tell, 
pursued by gold-tongued furies of concern, 
unreal as angels in our grocery stores, 
startled by scattered brilliance of false faith 
that severs my heart from kite of the sun 
with suddenness of unwanted world fame. 

Waves of green memory engulf my heart 
with tattered pages of electric books 
that recount fight for crown of global power, 
though I sail far on argosy of hope 
in vain attempt to find the Promised Land 
that always vanishes as we approach. 

Though rational light of social insight 
disperses shadows of religious faith, 
I cling to fractured rainbow of one fact, 
that we are temporary flames of light 
undone by ecstasy of secret dreams 
which I decode in stories no one reads. 

Green odor of strange darkness in the tree 
uncovers coldness folded inside leaves, 
moon rays that rustle softly into words 
which weave strange web of silver-shimmer light 
that binds support pillars of belief 
to bridge vast emptiness between our hearts. 

Strange seeds of proverbs, secretly discerned, 
flicker forth from arched bough of ecstasy 
to veil my grave with pages of old books 
at supple rocking of infernal light 
that teaches darkness how to flow till dawn 
so I taste perfect sorrow of desire. 

Night flowers into stories angels steal 
by giving fruit to wounded refugees 
who crowd streets of clean cities with despair, 
forbidden to own land or labor well, 
as if our hearts are leeches to be crushed, 
so we clutch handfuls of hydraulic dust. 

Roots twine about my pulsing heart with faith 
that all we build will crumble into sand 
through fertile season of electric birds, 
so I leap over garden walls of hope 
that harden brave around astringencies 
when I adjust somnolent grace at dawn. 

Though we still process summer balances 
with frantic gaiety of elephants, 
I package fractured memories of fate 
in polished casement of Plutonian pride, 
which I intend to hide in state archives 
that should preserve decrees of solitude.