Dial Of The Universe
© Surazeus
2026 07 29

Each moment dial of the universe turns
one slight degree, fractal tune of the sun
extends sharp beams of knowledge through my eyes
to broaden scope of insight my brain clocks
through urgent record of indifferent change
so I become some other soul than me.

I play grand symphony of sordid faith
with savage respect for unfathomed truth
that spirals constant change of timeless form
as I explore beyond walls of my fear
so I encompass within frame of thought
essence of each object I analyze.

Surprised at how my brain programs itself
while absorbing each strange shape I perceive,
I count on progress of scholastic sense
to render concepts in fraught formulas
that combine streams of data to refresh
expansive frame of reference I infer.

Returned by backward shininess of grief,
I press fresh apples into cider juice
to feed each traveler who stops to rest
in fragile hall of stone my father built
before torrential rains of demon tears
dare to flood our glass world with voiceless ghosts.

Trapped inside unnumbered door of fake time,
eight thousand Seraphim with sparkly eyes
dance wild in flashing rain of everywhere
to prove we are but ghosts with writhing masks
whose eyes are nothing like immortal sun
that burns our souls awake with vibrant fear.

Insistent that my heart has not been breached
with clueless shadow writhing from tree roots,
I smile at you with assurance that death
will snuff out flame of every shining soul
who shares magnificent humanity
with stones that meditate eternally.

Young woman in red skirt with blue head scarf
gathers saffron crocus blooms of desire
with hands that know how godless souls are formed
through secret solace of weird destiny
we try to sell with compassion to fate
who laughs through ocean waves of brave contempt.

Yet vulnerable people the moon conceals
give each other rides to vast shopping malls
where tricksters sell homes in the Afterlife,
but I give Apple of Eris with love
to the most clever woman in the world
who slowly turns dial of the universe.

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Orpheus tinkers with the clock of untime in mansion of mad Achilles so he can adjust the dial of the universe without misaligning his his will to power.

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