Vast Emptiness Of Mictlan
© Surazeus
2025 11 02

Trapped in anticipation of regret
by hunger to consume my own fraught soul,
I rattle bones of my glass skeleton
to shake my heart loose from its twisted cage
so I may leap with grace of lithe gazelle
who leads me through bleak desert of despair.

Wandering without direction of hope
in ancient forest burned to heaps of ash
past limbless trunks against the stark gray sky,
I search for edible concepts to eat
but find no more than clumps of agony
that writhe to break free from stone of my heart.

With empty hands that grasp at ghosts of faith,
while dreaming of cheese and bread in my mind,
I explore vast emptiness of Mictlan
where children wearing robes of rainbow silk
carry skulls of their ancestors in jars
to reserve their stories in whispered words.

Surprised I carry no ancestral jars
with mirror skulls reflecting long-dead stars,
I break into temple on Lesbos Isle
to steal the skull of Orpheus as mine
so no one questions my right to exist
while I dwell in city maze of Mictlan.

Faceless in unpeopled Eden of faith,
I lie beneath the apple tree of truth
and pluck broken strings of the turtle lyre
I dug up from grave of the tongueless bard
to understand the strangeness of the mind
which animates our bodies with desire.

When I free shadows from roots of old trees
I give them faces and names of the dead
so they can live again in paradise
where they pick apples for the filthy rich
who pay them pennies for their blistered hands
to fill their tables with grand feast of gods.

Cracked walls of deserted houses, by roads
that stretch straight forward through eternity,
preserve secret fingerprints of the blind
who leave their bodies on the desert plain
so they become the landscape of Mictlan
mapped by the clown who weeps in holy books.

If soft raindrops may harden tears of faith
to gleaming diamonds forged by the first flash,
I may find all the people of the world
still alive in great houses by the sea
where they host barbecue parties all night
to pervade vast emptiness of Mictlan.

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Orpheus explains to me the intricate principles of socio-psychology that formulate how people evolve in their transactional relationships as nations merge into global empire of greedy gods.

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