Helpless Fantasy Of Wealth

Helpless Fantasy Of Wealth
© Surazeus
2026 02 07

Irrational residue of vibrant matter 
contracts through sentences of phony words 
which resonate with blackness of the night 
based on virtual reality of thoughts 
we sell each other in dark alleyways 
while leaning on the chain-link fence of faith. 

Each morning we wake up stronger than hope 
by sealing midnight pain with almost love 
despite expressive stones of ardency 
contained in familiar story untold 
about how society breaks in bands 
who dwell unpeacefully in dead-end towns. 

Heroic figures straddle tallest clouds 
to scatter coins of water on our heads 
while we watch prophet of the fallen god 
wrestle vainly in fields of rotten wheat 
where characters from stories never read 
wither with helpless fantasy of wealth. 

Awake on our wedding night, I explain 
how sorrow burns beautiful hearts to glass, 
deeper than inability to talk 
about violence half-seen in dim woods 
where noble warriors get caught in traps 
yet yell at houses with exploding doors. 

Clever belief system of structured facts 
intrigues hungry gangs of wandering clowns 
who insist they are hunters of the heart 
though biographies they scribble with blood 
are thrown on junkheap of religious faith 
beneath great mountain carved with face of God. 

Alert to sudden truth of angry kings, 
she spreads her arms out to the fractured sky 
that disappears in tone of screaming trees 
with courage to oppose the police state 
that imitates how Heaven controls minds 
based on progress of economic games. 

Through unilateral breath of holy law 
our car mechanic memorizes jokes 
encoding principles of moral tricks 
which illustrate our failure and success 
despite dissatisfaction shared by all 
concerning state of illusion we flee. 

Gorgeous fortune never favors the bold 
for superfluous gears programming time 
since we must accept emotional traps 
which we present as the true way we live 
supported by traditions mothers mend 
through symbiosis of our pageless book.