Formulas Of Wrong Think

Formulas Of Wrong Think
© Surazeus
2026 10 08

Obsessed with trite formulas of Wrong Think, 
I uncreate myself with every song 
I shout into the void of everywhere, 
when I dismantle and interrogate 
illusions of myself as normal being 
I forge as shield against absurdity. 

Helenus tells every person he meets 
along the winding road of anywhere 
that he was born in grand towers of Troy 
before they fell from market games of greed, 
but he was born in some small lonely town 
in mercurial backwoods of Oregon. 

Learning to play guitar when he is twelve, 
Helenus busks in the Pretty How Town 
where up so floating bells corrupt the clown 
who writes in anguish of electric wires, 
composing hymns sung by cathedral choirs 
when his body twirls up to the glass moon. 

Shocked by disturbance in the psychic force, 
as if millions of voices cried at once 
than huffed into silence of the Soul Source 
that blows soft as the wind in willow leaves 
where the first mother of mankind still grieves, 
Helenus plays chess with Death on the beach. 

Concerned about formulas of Wrong Think 
that angels use to calculate our fate, 
I recreate my body from weird genes 
entangled by ancestral memories 
that program how my brain perceives the world 
and tricks me into playing the cosmic herald. 

Helenus keeps his fraught relationship 
with his mother secret from the tabloids 
who invent new strange American myths 
based on the fabulous life of the fool 
who proclaims himself Emperor of Earth, 
not knowing he is our psychotic tool. 

Accepting award for weird spells of faith 
he conjures from grave of the holy seer, 
Helenus reigns as wise Asterion 
in Anglonesium, New Parthenon 
as capitol for Empire of Anglonesia 
composed of Zarathia, Gothinia, and Russia. 

Inspired by weird formulas of Wrong Think, 
I sing with secret voice of everyone 
to play eccentric role of Lucifer 
by bearing sacred Lamp of Liberty 
while writing name of every human soul 
in epic poem as Tellurian Testament.