Poetry by Surreal Tee - Book Two

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Hidden the stranger is here
Disguised by the social air.
Will you and me pull the string
To denude the pulsating Real?

Life is wasting away
Waiting for the grip of “how”
Repelling the mundane “what”
Whose boredom compels to die.

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Nov 2014

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A friend’s body, perhaps intimate and close,
Will become mortal danger to us,
Flesh will bring about death
Even without a carnal sin.

Hope will take an armed form
And in confusion kill both
The living dead and the feeble life;
Technology will strengthen the law.

Things that we seem to know and cherish
Will all be as true as second-hand smoke.
The zombie cannot be true — it is only real
As death alone can be.

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Oct 2014

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We may not be together,
Not even in the same world,
Then I turn away from myself
To find your secret space.

When I move, your turn away, but
Leave behind the spherical wake
For my burning to meet your trembling
And to converse from mute to scream.

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Jan 4-11, 2009