My Consciousness Is God
© Surazeus
2025 07 08

Though my childhood faith is the fairy tale
that deludes billions of people with lies,
I throw it in mud of the river shore
where it sprouts tall into the Tree of Knowledge
from which I eat the fruit of ancient wisdom
which poisons fools but strengthens me with truth.

Ice skating on vast mirror of the mind
in final journey of the curious fool,
he glides with grace of curiosity
to catch the rainbow writhing in the sky
with serpentine subtleness of surprise
that discounts charges of false modesty.

Death is the greatest adventure of all
so I walk silent in the falling snow
to count the footprints of demons and ghosts
till I realize with unironic smirk
they are mine I leave in labored largesse
to marshal module of the metaverse.

With long-expired passport of my bruised heart
I wield rudimentary ability
to guard gas station of the wilderness
constrained by subtle strangeness of regret
till I can prove my consciousness is God
invented by the blind frog in the swamp.

Disheveled angelically cute at dawn,
she grins at me from tangled mane of hair
despite forlorn state of her ocean mind
while tossing petals on her empty grave
to caress marble urn of wilted roses,
fidgety with angst of global success.

Though beautiful dust of my rotting corpse
comprises fertile soil of farming fields,
I testily remark on how great heroes
cling to their pride with terrified despair
till atheist scorpion of the lake returns
to preach with passion about suicide.

Domestic certitude of sewing machines
considers pleasure of daily routines
in harmony with cicadas at sunset
revealing demons hiding in the well
reborn as children who play hide and seek
while quoting magic spells of the mind freak.

Orphaned before the falling of the wall,
she asks for payment in credit or cash
based on poised preview of physical prayer
by joining franchise of the holy clown
at sudden exposition of her fortune
when she eats gourmet food in the glass house.

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Orpheus tries to break out of the conceptual rut to transform his train into an airplane so he can find Heaven among the clouds.

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