Stranger With Four Eyes

Stranger With Four Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 06 16

Strange laughter echoes in deserted streets 
where ghosts of children killed in civil wars 
play hide and seek with angels of the moon, 
which startles me awake from reverie 
concerning how to rebuild fantasy 
that we require to live our daily lives. 

Shocked by harsh candor of our unchurched bells 
that ring with frantic ecstasy of fear, 
my doppelganger hides his secret face 
with mask he steals from cracked statue of God 
which proves new zeitgeist messes with our minds 
by rearranging moral signs of fate. 

We need to hear sad whistle of the train 
that blows across broad prairie of mad wind 
as if the tame wolf of our legal hearts 
aches to escape cold walls of paradise 
and run with ravens along railroad tracks 
which always leads our hearts to Wonderland. 

Too fake our private stories of success 
for fools to understand straight messages, 
encoded with proud riddles of the banks 
that charge us hidden fees of fortitude, 
so we decide to flee the Promised Land 
by wearing white cloaks in the swirling snow. 

To mark our journey in dark pathless woods, 
I leave old photos of our family times 
along the way we wind in withered waste, 
but oldest woman in the world retrieves 
discarded memories with attentive hands 
and pastes them in her album of lost tales. 

When I find Sibyl with gold spider eyes 
lounging casually by the willow tree, 
I ask if I can have my memories back, 
but she laughs softly as the butterfly, 
then plays heart-wrenching tunes on violin 
that shatters our moon in fragments of faith. 

I wander blind deserted streets of hope 
and map each spot where I hear ghostly cry 
to mark where someone felt their heart crack wide 
from shock at crumbling of our old world view 
so I can analyze with careful code 
spatial adjustment of our social play. 

Thus when I meet the Stranger with four eyes 
at signless crossroads by the empty pool, 
I ask why every conscious creature dies, 
so she gives me ripe apple of her heart 
that writhes with golden serpent of desire, 
and then I understand so much I laugh.