Numbered Mirror Face
© Surazeus
2025 04 19

Startled by fragile beauty of the soul,
I gaze into the numbered mirror face
that measures constant change of flashing time
with swift atomic wheels which spiral tight
to weave all moments of my memories
in one smooth flow of wisdom in my brain.

Relentless turning by the clock of fate
erases every bound material form
from shimmering landscape of our spinning globe
for we are transient shadows of One Mind
that dreams the universe of light to being
so we may sing sweet hymn of aching love.

Vague monsters on map of our memories
haunt misty valleys of our secret tales
which we explore in casual enterprise
with jeweled tokens dug from fearful caves
inspired by urgent knowledge of the wind
from lightning storms that wake us from the dead.

Awake on pinnacle of framed ideals
at shocking climax of contained desire,
I balance with opposing force of truth
competing concepts of the world we see
that blends in swirls of colorful aspects
till words we speak refract its brilliant facts.

Exiled by sorrow from my captive home,
I strum strings of the harp with arrogance
between excessive regions long pursued
with each alarming strike the pendulum
radiates in waves of silent attitude
that knocks our boat against the muddy shore.

Since I accept quotidian state of being
with heart of faith untethered from despair,
I choose to act on instinct of my mind
through will to power surging in my frame,
so I control wild flight of breathless thought
to glide with grace above maze of my dreams.

Evading gloom from strips of ardent light
with staggered prance of parallel dream-time,
I weave fragmented rhythms from chaos
with measured order words perpetuate
based on each time I circle unmapped worlds
to build quaint microcosm of the Earth.

Blind owl of my irregular concern,
that leaps on thunderous steps of holy angst,
motivates me with fierce intensive love
to float at stillpoint of the universe
with killer wings of my wandering heart
so I become unmoving shade of death.

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Orpheus rows his boat merrily on the life-reflecting stream of dream to find the numbered mirror face of the clock in the Tree of Life.

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