Uncanny Valley Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2026 11 12

There never has been, and there never will be
the perfect spell to sing the aching heart
with sweet mercurial melody of truth
that transcends all mundane accessories
when I traverse with cautious steps of faith
uncanny valley of the sun-bright mind.

When I drift free of duties to the state
through free association of weird signs
with unrestrained acceptance of false fate,
which I create with every choice I make,
I find myself on signless road of faith
far from the crowded streets of urban zones.

High on the rocky mountain slope of hope
I see fire rain from vast infinity
when countless angels in silver airplanes
fall flaming from the cosmic war for truth
that humans fight to prove their mortal christ
is blessed by Heaven to wear crown of thorns.

With hearty laugh of gentle mockery
I see their battles to control the world
as petty squabbles for small squares of dirt
where they entomb their fathers in cold stone
till floods dislodge their bodies from the ground
and sweep their homes and churches out to sea.

Beyond uncanny valley of my heart,
imprisoned by fake walls of paradise,
I wander through vast maze of doorless fanes
where idols of dead gods sing eerie hymns
with arcane riddles of galactic code
that guide my way past obstacles of fear.

When I find ziggurat where Ishtar reigned
I see no angels wearing feathered robes
climb the ladder of Jacob to the moon,
so I ascend with passion of blind faith
stairway to Heaven, paved with slippery gold,
till I reach desolate citadel of ghosts.

When I find first-made lyre of Mercury
encased in glass as relic of the past,
I wait in vast Museum of World Faith,
deep in uncanny valley of my heart,
for just the right time in the twilight zone
to make that instrument of music mine.

With ears fine-tuned from clarity of death
to secret messages of timeless truth,
sung by skulls of Hamlet and Orpheus,
I find my voice in complex fairy tales
about how common people strive with faith
to build their lasting legacy in vain.

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Orpheus teaches me how to play the lyre of Mercury and improvise Sibylline prophecies with tangled verse of weird psychotic code no one understands.

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