Infinite Location Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 02 22

Trivial circle of heart-breaking despair
precludes expressive vision beyond death
except repetitive gestures of hope
trapped by mechanical actions of hands
grasping slippery curve of the universe
by looping back to cave of helplessness.

Foundational assumptions about life
on which I ramble with unconscious trust
crack at brutal rays of honest despair
and crumble into illusory sand
so all I thought was true is incorrect,
delusions that vanish at frantic grasps.

Disoriented by delusions of false hope,
I stumble through concept of the abyss,
lost in dizzy haze of the endless maze,
stuck at infinite location of faith
unlocated in vast reality
till I become the essence of nowhere.

All meaning my mind invented from hope
dissipates with mist in glare of the sun
so I ache as I strive to comprehend
phenomenon inherent in each thing
that pulses with assumptions I devised
though I mumble words to express my truth.

Manipulated by petty desires
that urge my actions to acquire respect,
I struggle trapped in web of predilections,
blinded by illusions my brain invents,
till I stand naked in abysmal stasis,
unknowing in profundity of why.

Embraced by desire to live beyond death,
my worn-out heart flutters its wounded wings
when ultimate illusion of my truth,
which I thought was eternal as high mountains,
dissolves in blustery wind of wild waves
that crush my words with cold indifference.

Though I fancied myself sprite of free will,
asserting my vision with honest words,
I find my body of chemical fluids
is no ethereal angel of pure light,
but lust-automated reflex machine
programmed by ancestral dreams of survival.

With honest assessment of fallen angels,
I know my self is charade of desire,
mental computer of composite creeds
designed to process experience of hope,
so I embrace your body with my heart
and we make love that banishes despair.

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Orpheus and Ophelia whisper sweet words of love to each other as they make love under the apple tree in the Garden of Eden till planes bomb it into the waste land.

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