Labyrinth Of Mirror Eyes
© Surazeus
2018 09 26
The heart that aches with hunger for the truth
will devour obstacles of ignorance
and tunnel through the darkness of despair
to build vast labyrinth of mirror eyes
so when we come to cavern of lost souls
we can drink wine and party till we die.
The elephant drunk with lust of its greed
lumbers through ancient corridors of power,
smashing institutions with careless faith
which burns the old republic to the ground
where the poor search for trinkets in the ash
and the rich enslave them in factories.
When I hear people speak some string of sounds
my brain searches memories of past speech
to parse the noise into separate words,
then applies meaning where none may exist
so I will hear what my brain wants to hear
regardless of what people really say.
I stand in museum of ancient art
and hear in the echo of human hope
Muses singing tales about noble heroes
who battled monsters to protect their tribes
till we humans ourselves become the monsters
through the endless clash of civilizations.
That language paradigm which defines truth
and more clearly reflects reality
so speakers better predict new events
will prevail in the conflict of world views
till the best paradigms describing facts
merge in new effective global world view.
Come, let us sit together by the lake,
and gaze with perceptive eyes at the world
constructed of atoms which interact
through constant chemical process of change
to shimmer with energy of desire
that emanates from the divine White Whole.
© Surazeus
2018 09 26
The heart that aches with hunger for the truth
will devour obstacles of ignorance
and tunnel through the darkness of despair
to build vast labyrinth of mirror eyes
so when we come to cavern of lost souls
we can drink wine and party till we die.
The elephant drunk with lust of its greed
lumbers through ancient corridors of power,
smashing institutions with careless faith
which burns the old republic to the ground
where the poor search for trinkets in the ash
and the rich enslave them in factories.
When I hear people speak some string of sounds
my brain searches memories of past speech
to parse the noise into separate words,
then applies meaning where none may exist
so I will hear what my brain wants to hear
regardless of what people really say.
I stand in museum of ancient art
and hear in the echo of human hope
Muses singing tales about noble heroes
who battled monsters to protect their tribes
till we humans ourselves become the monsters
through the endless clash of civilizations.
That language paradigm which defines truth
and more clearly reflects reality
so speakers better predict new events
will prevail in the conflict of world views
till the best paradigms describing facts
merge in new effective global world view.
Come, let us sit together by the lake,
and gaze with perceptive eyes at the world
constructed of atoms which interact
through constant chemical process of change
to shimmer with energy of desire
that emanates from the divine White Whole.
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