Our Infinite Mind
© Surazeus
2018 02 18
The way lamp posts and telephone poles grow
from cracked sidewalks of our infinite mind
reveals the road that goes beyond the wall
painted with large mural of rainbow colors
depicting the life and death of the hero
who was born nearby though his name is lost.
The forgotten books in stale library halls
conceal lost myths of our infinite mind
which writhe like serpents to escape on wings
of rotten wisdom from the flat dimension
where mankind hides most bloody incidents
when blind angry gods commit genocide.
The factory workers and waiters who browse
shelves of books, bloomed from our infinite mind,
find the faces of their ancestors smeared
on tattered pages of oracles, torn
by the Sibyl from the twelve books of Saturn
who howls at the loss of his memories.
For ten thousand years of our history,
woven in wires of our infinite mind,
we walked on foot in crowded city streets,
but now we drive cars on highways of lights
that regulate cadence of traffic flow
as we race each other for gates of Heaven.
When Saturn haunts the sea cave of our dreams,
where we first woke from our infinite mind,
we fear he intends to devour us all
so we unite in cause of revolution
to overthrow the tyrant from the throne
where the judge of life and death sits alone.
Lost somewhere in the doorless labyrinth,
that spirals weird through our infinite mind,
I sit on the sidewalk of broken dreams
beside the numberless door back to Heaven
to strum the strings of the lyre Hermes made
and sing the wordless breath of desert wind.
Each grain of sand that slithers from my hands,
and spirals into our infinite mind,
composes this giant planet that spins
somewhere over the rainbow of my dreams
where we will meet again some sunny day
and sing together in the apple trees.
From high library window I can see
people walking through our infinite mind
who stop and wait for me to sing sad spells
like blind Rapunzel still stuck in her tower,
but I chant weird calculus of our souls
flashing visions in neurons of our brains.
While we all live together in calm peace.
in noble land of our infinite mind.
the mad king and his greedy courtiers
proclaim good neighbors our worst enemies
so we unite to return to strange land
where our ancestors tended crops all year.
For farming land and building wooden ships
that sail the sea of our infinite mind
I lost the instinct for real natural action
but the white owl in the ancient oak tree
still watches me perform my social role
when I chronicle the tragedy of kings.
The grass that whispers by the red brick hall,
recording songs of our infinite mind,
devours the flesh of everyone who dies,
whether they played the global emperor
or washed the toilets in the bank bathroom,
so I translate the concepts of her dreams.
The old blind bard in the library hall,
who knows all tales of our infinite mind,
mutters endless epic of humankind
at the blank book that captures every word
where it lies entombed in the national crypt
and devours the soul of our own numb hearts.
The tale of every soul who ever lived,
woven in dreams of our infinite mind,
carved in the mask of each dead character,
springs awake like the vampire of lost hope
to possess our minds when we read their tales
so we wander lost in maze of their lives.
Pale gold sunlight glows on the empty lawn,
abandoned stage of our infinite mind
where misunderstandings of comedy
and fatal arrogance of tragedy
calculate interactions of humanity
through the drama of generative lust.
Though I try to hide in the apple tree,
sprouting from soil of our infinite mind,
I hide true secrets pilfered from your brains
in apples that hang from the Tree of Life
in valley of horses where we played free
before we conquered the world on horseback.
After hearing tales of his divine exploits,
recited well for our infinite mind,
we met the legendary god at last
and found he was plain human after all,
yet he dared defy tyrants on high thrones
and freed us from the chains of superstition.
© Surazeus
2018 02 18
The way lamp posts and telephone poles grow
from cracked sidewalks of our infinite mind
reveals the road that goes beyond the wall
painted with large mural of rainbow colors
depicting the life and death of the hero
who was born nearby though his name is lost.
The forgotten books in stale library halls
conceal lost myths of our infinite mind
which writhe like serpents to escape on wings
of rotten wisdom from the flat dimension
where mankind hides most bloody incidents
when blind angry gods commit genocide.
The factory workers and waiters who browse
shelves of books, bloomed from our infinite mind,
find the faces of their ancestors smeared
on tattered pages of oracles, torn
by the Sibyl from the twelve books of Saturn
who howls at the loss of his memories.
For ten thousand years of our history,
woven in wires of our infinite mind,
we walked on foot in crowded city streets,
but now we drive cars on highways of lights
that regulate cadence of traffic flow
as we race each other for gates of Heaven.
When Saturn haunts the sea cave of our dreams,
where we first woke from our infinite mind,
we fear he intends to devour us all
so we unite in cause of revolution
to overthrow the tyrant from the throne
where the judge of life and death sits alone.
Lost somewhere in the doorless labyrinth,
that spirals weird through our infinite mind,
I sit on the sidewalk of broken dreams
beside the numberless door back to Heaven
to strum the strings of the lyre Hermes made
and sing the wordless breath of desert wind.
Each grain of sand that slithers from my hands,
and spirals into our infinite mind,
composes this giant planet that spins
somewhere over the rainbow of my dreams
where we will meet again some sunny day
and sing together in the apple trees.
From high library window I can see
people walking through our infinite mind
who stop and wait for me to sing sad spells
like blind Rapunzel still stuck in her tower,
but I chant weird calculus of our souls
flashing visions in neurons of our brains.
While we all live together in calm peace.
in noble land of our infinite mind.
the mad king and his greedy courtiers
proclaim good neighbors our worst enemies
so we unite to return to strange land
where our ancestors tended crops all year.
For farming land and building wooden ships
that sail the sea of our infinite mind
I lost the instinct for real natural action
but the white owl in the ancient oak tree
still watches me perform my social role
when I chronicle the tragedy of kings.
The grass that whispers by the red brick hall,
recording songs of our infinite mind,
devours the flesh of everyone who dies,
whether they played the global emperor
or washed the toilets in the bank bathroom,
so I translate the concepts of her dreams.
The old blind bard in the library hall,
who knows all tales of our infinite mind,
mutters endless epic of humankind
at the blank book that captures every word
where it lies entombed in the national crypt
and devours the soul of our own numb hearts.
The tale of every soul who ever lived,
woven in dreams of our infinite mind,
carved in the mask of each dead character,
springs awake like the vampire of lost hope
to possess our minds when we read their tales
so we wander lost in maze of their lives.
Pale gold sunlight glows on the empty lawn,
abandoned stage of our infinite mind
where misunderstandings of comedy
and fatal arrogance of tragedy
calculate interactions of humanity
through the drama of generative lust.
Though I try to hide in the apple tree,
sprouting from soil of our infinite mind,
I hide true secrets pilfered from your brains
in apples that hang from the Tree of Life
in valley of horses where we played free
before we conquered the world on horseback.
After hearing tales of his divine exploits,
recited well for our infinite mind,
we met the legendary god at last
and found he was plain human after all,
yet he dared defy tyrants on high thrones
and freed us from the chains of superstition.
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