Church Of Broken Clocks
© Surazeus
2026 10 04

Because stars shine indifferent to us,
not knowing we exist so far away
on small fragile globe of shuddering water,
I watch my children play in the back yard
with joyful laughter of ambitious hope
that they will rule their own nations one day.

Obsession of the water-shining stone
that glistens in the front yard of my home
inspires me to admire the humble soul
who rises up from crowd of frantic fear
to rule the nation accidentally
when wild waves of change sweep them into power.

Though names and faces of the global dead
are forgotten in the spinning of time,
we merge them all into mythical gods
who simplify their spirits on one trope
which preserves their general character
while their details dissipate in the wind.

Because the eyeless ghost of my sponge brain
keeps slipping back and forth in stream of time,
soaring on wings I stole from Icarus,
the random story of my awkward life
becomes the palimpsest of future heroes
who follow my map through the labyrinth.

Each day that I grow older than the moon
I store more information about Earth
through grand encyclopedia of the brain
in tales about great empires of the land
and all the haughty kings who ruled their lives,
then faded to paintings in history books.

Since sparrows on statues of generals
express opinions about their noble deeds,
we hairless monkeys hide in libraries
to prove we are wingless angels of time
blessed to thrive on Earth millions of years more
since we crawled dripping from the wordless sea.

Searching for the one book that reveals truth
in library of human memory,
I row my boat on river of world dream
to find the secret island of fruit trees
where messiah sleuth plots world revolution
that will unite all nations in one game.

While spiders spin world matrix of our minds
we gather in the church of broken clocks
to decipher riddles from arcane code
that explain the nature of human greed
till prophets teach us to embrace nonbeing
though we make mindless gods from random stars.

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Orpheus teaches the constellations to young children who attend the Astronomical Observatory of Divine Phenomena for their school trip.

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