Mirror Of Indelible Truth
© Surazeus
2026 10 23

Inside mirror of indelible truth
my face multiples to ancestral masks
so I almost forget who I am now,
but with attentive song of love for all
I reassemble conscious self of being,
then walk in maze of competitive games.

Trained by ten million years of fights for food,
we humans compete to control the dirt,
squared by diameter of stark moonlight,
but I withdraw from constant games of faith
so you can fight for glory of false fame
since we will all become dirt in the end.

I step into strange vastness of our world,
though bound by limits of this time in space,
to navigate excessive swirls of lust
that urges our frail bodies to collide
with passionate ambition to expand
scope of power that includes storm-calm clouds

When the river veers away from the road,
I swerve from dutiful way of desire
to disassociate my brain from games
that people play to win the sparkling prize,
then gather river stones with bleeding hands
to build high tower of heavenly hope.

Spurred on by sadness lurking in my heart,
I gather dust of deserts in blank books
to mold glass idols of important gods
that glow with nuclear power of blind faith
when I float candles in small paper boats
as lamentation for their tragic death.

Awake in Time House, haunted by dead gods
who live in children without secret names,
I contemplate strange riddle of the rain
that types new formulas of psychic truth
causing my sponge brain to recollect
memories of suffering that people discard.

While tending cattle herd of Helios
with clandestine plan to preach the good news,
I feel my body dissipate to words
that flutter frantically in summer breeze
so I become fairytale character
that no one roots for on the movie screen.

Penelope expects me to comply
with social regulations that endow
inalienable rights on my transient soul,
transformed by names of flowers in the mud,
so I become the father of my brain
that shimmers vaguely in mirror of fate.

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Orpheus scatters the masks of his ancestors across the floor of the Astarium temple of Ishtar where worshippers scramble to bag the one they want to wear on Halloween.

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