Mindless Mirror Of Infinity
© Surazeus
2026 10 06

My heart becomes raven of light each time
Orpheus takes me to the Otherworld
because snowflakes are laughter of the sun
that photograph my soul with fractured eyes,
time unaware of astronauts in boats
which sail across the mirror of my mind.

Quick butterflies of memories seem to flock
around bookshelves of stories never read
by children who panic at falling planes,
despite how soon the monster of the moon
sells our strange secrets to the holy fool
because the Self is illusion of words.

Though clocks in trunks of oaks beside the lake
remember why my Dream Body was born
at this complex age, on this crowded globe
of all the planets in the universe,
I choose to redesign my character
based on flight of the raven in my heart.

Surprised by sense of wonder in my heart
that wakes me from strange dream of broken trees,
I gather photos scattered on the grass
and arrange them in frames on temple walls
to prove my right to breathe air of the sky
with humble glamor of the nameless ghost.

Though most believe the universe is made
by conscious force of psychic energy
that conjures life on planets of bright suns,
others believe through formulas of faith
that we project our sense of consciousness
at mindless mirror of infinity.

Preserved by silence of the singing lake,
who seems to know how I should never feel,
I focus sharp attention of my mind
on how soft undulating curves of time
reveal essential nature of the heart
so I can prove my brave sincerity.

Though words I speak become white butterflies
that flutter far into fate-mirrored sky,
I hold the stone that streaked in blaze of light
from mindless mirror of infinity
to show the secret face behind my face
which I wear to mask passionate respect.

Lost in Somewhere City of the Weird Earth,
alone in endless maze of numbered homes,
I ponder strictness of the asphalt road
that frames writhing lawns of yellow grass
because I am the raven who eats words
each time I return from the Otherworld.

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Orpheus knocks on my door every morning and asks if I want to go to the Otherworld to gather apples from the Tree of the Knowledge of Random Morality.

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