My Feet Write Cuneiforms
© Surazeus
2026 10 04

Afloat in randomness of whorling thoughts
that curl down through genetic memories
programmed by dreams all my ancestors share,
I drift with gentle tides of social change
with stubborn heart that beats time with the stars
so my feet write cuneiforms of hope.

While my feet write cuneiforms of hope
on signless road that takes me everywhere
beyond the broken walls of paradise,
I map cave passage through maternal hearts
down timeless halls of mirrors to perceive
face of first mother who watches my life.

Face of first mother who watches my life
seems to appear on every tree and cloud
as if her spirit through lush Nature shines
with faint penumbral glow of divine truth
so I translate her wordless thoughts of faith
to songs I sing while strolling road of fate.

Weird songs I sing while strolling road of fate
project strange visions of my flashing brain
each time I face new obstacle of fear,
providing methods of proactive deeds
that guide my way on landscape of desire
through endless labyrinth of confusing myths.

Through endless labyrinth of confusing myths
I trace ancestral journey to myself
based on the tangled narrative of faith
which my ancestors map in fairy tales
depicting how people fail or succeed
to generate new life before they die.

To generate new life before we die
we gather food from bounty of the Earth
till strangers take it all before we can,
so we build forts on hills and fight fierce wars
to gather food in bags from hungry woods
by building empires on the skulls of gods.

While building empires on the skulls of gods
we erect idols that depict wise souls
of leaders who unite our hearts with goal
to dominate the world with clever plans
organized by the father of our tribe
so we present dead mortal as our god.

Though we present dead mortal as our god
because he gave us mission to unite
all nations of the world in Holy Church,
I leave that endless game of thought control
and walk to waste land back to Wonderland,
afloat in randomness of whorling thoughts.

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