Illusion Machine Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 07 17

Since whispers of the stopped clock cannot show
why wind casts no shadows of absent friends,
I try to find imaginary God
in cracks of my forgetting to explain
why light molds matter in organic brains
that conjure virtual model of the world.

This chair where I sit alone every day
to write the scripture of my holy faith
will glow with absence of my long-dead soul
that blinds the children of the singing sea
who hide photos of the future I dream
so I can understand why I am not.

Each morning the first mother of mankind
bakes apple pies for everyone to eat
so we explore beyond the gates of Heaven
to organize the wild desire of nature
in cosmic garden of the humming girl
who invents language for children to play.

Untethered from timed spinning of the Earth,
I try to soar on wings of Icarus
above the maze of myths where worshipped gods
search for believers to entrance with lies,
so I become sly serpent in the tree
who tempts the young to invent their own truth.

Sweet smell of lavender after spring rain
tempts me to forget political games
when paranoid men with weapons of death
assert they are incarnation of God
commissioned to enlighten men with faith,
so I breathe spirit of enlightened love.

Emerging from stiff words of story books
with lithe assertion of the star-light song,
I reassemble building blocks of bliss
to cast enormous castle of state power
which crumbles in the wind of honesty
and leaves us wandering on the wordless beach.

With childhood wonder devils cannot fathom
I play the action figure who transcends
languid sorrow of cool museum halls
where portraits of rich people hang on walls
that pulse with vibrant energy of hope
which powers illusion machine of faith.

From random elements of chaos streams
I design meaning through meaninglessness
to guide my journey across the waste land
so I can free Prometheus from his chains
so he can teach me how to build airplanes
with wings of Icarus I forge from facts.

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Orpheus carves idols of millions of gods from oak wood and lines them on the window sill of his house by the electric sea.

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