Beyond The Seventh Wall
© Surazeus
2026 01 18

When I have arrived at the seventh wall,
that shimmers between my Spirit and God
who wears mirror mask of my secret face,
my primal conscious sense of Other-Self
will wake at center of the metaverse
as persona my songs invent from dream.

I am no Orpheus, Hamlet, or Balder,
nor Jesus dancing on the Rainbow Bridge,
because I create my persona mask
from fragments of mythical characters
to assemble puzzle of who I am
so you can see your true self in my face.

Whether I am faceless ghost of I Am
which replicates my self as many selves
seen by people in every town on Earth,
or I am one human being with hot brain
who wears many faces of long-dead gods,
I am always the person you perceive.

Brave human performing my self on stage,
as stereotype I pretend to play,
I am the director, the backstage crew,
the stage, the camera, and the bright screen
of the television and the computer,
as well as the actor who plays all parts.

This role of myself I perform each day
is nothing more than puppet of my brain
completely separate from the outside world,
though tears of rain seep on my cluttered stage
where I assemble fragments of the world
in global puzzle of our new world order.

Because I am the Theater of Hope
on which I play character I design,
I freeze into the idol of my soul
so I still stand in temple of my tale
ten thousand years after my body dies,
for torso of Apollo I remain.

I see you reading words of this dream verse,
feeling your eyes scan thoughts of my sponge brain
with passionate desire to understand
anxious fears that motivate how I write,
for poems that I compose with ardent faith
spark conscious sense of my self in your brain.

Beyond the seventh wall of my dream play
I walk the endless maze of psychic myths
that humans of the past built from their lives
so you see statue of Surazeus
when you read my words bleeding on this page
every year for the next ten thousand years.

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Orpheus turns to the audience in the Temple of Artemis and asks the people if they know their secret names, then resumes strumming lyre of Mercury to sing epic tale of humanity.

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