Twilight Zone Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 12 17

Half-awake in the twilight zone of fate,
I wander in the waste land of my heart
through endless maze of myths in city streets
where strangers resemble gods of old tales,
yet I perform the role my brain designs
from obsessions my ancestors forgot.

Half-aware that Death stalks my every step,
I gaze through telescope of holy faith
to study how wild stars of energy
generate self-conscious organic beings
like me who search the twilight zone of fate
to find the last fruit seed from Tree of Life.

Along the signless road of Nevertime
I walk toward somewhere I think might be real
on quest for beauty of the aching heart,
yet long to gaze at face of one I love
whose shadow flickers in the shadowed woods
while I search in the twilight zone of fate.

Untwisted galaxies of thriving worlds
birth countless conscious beings with dreaming brains
who give each other names that seem unique
then bloom and wither in vast field of hope
veiled by love in the twilight zone of fate
where children gather by the lake to play.

Unmapped paradise without walls of stone
dreams itself alive in conscious beings
who build empires on ideologies
discovered in the twilight zone of fate
where gods defy laws of physics and faith
till exploding stars burn planets to dust.

Beside the rain-filled lake of watching eyes
we gather in the ring of standing stones
to claim our role in strange story of love
that we play in the twilight zone of fate
before the meteor cracks our spinning world
and scatters faceless souls among the stars.

Half-amused by anecdotes gods tell
to prove their right to rule the spinning globe,
I ask the raven in the apple tree
why all great empires collapse into gangs
who fight till new messiah unites all
in world religion of the puppeteer.

Half-reborn in the twilight zone of fate,
I walk with wife and children of my heart
on signless road of temporary hope
because the meaning of this mortal life
is to generate life before we die,
yet feast and sing while we are still alive.

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Orpheus sells maps of the multiverse to tourists who flock to the Interplanetary Zoo of Zarathia to observe all the strange species that thrive on billions of planets in our galaxy.

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