Corridor Of Dreams

Corridor Of Dreams
© Surazeus
2024 08 29

Lost in the endless corridor of dreams, 
I paint mask of every person I meet 
and leave it hanging on the mirror wall 
so they can tell their story with the wind 
which fuels eternal turning of the clock 
to map transforming process of the globe. 

Though I still search in corridor of dreams, 
I never find the true mask of your face 
which I lost when it sprouted angel wings 
and flew beyond fake walls of paradise 
and lead me on the signless road of fate 
to garden of fruit where I find my Self. 

Each laughing skull in corridor of dreams 
explains to me weird formula of fate 
that gods once used to wind the universe 
with quick atomic gears of conscious brains, 
so I program new world view based on truth 
to focus tropes that operate my mind. 

My ancestors haunt corridor of dreams, 
performing roles in dramas of their lives 
to demonstrate actions of their desires 
when they maneuver obstacles of fear 
in psychic progress of cause and effect 
to attain success generating life. 

Unified field in corridor of dreams 
weaves my body-soul in matrix of light 
which nurtures love that blossoms from my brain 
as tree that whispers secrets of this land 
where none of my ancestors ever lived 
in all the history of our spinning Earth. 

Portraits of gods in corridor of dreams 
watch me with star eyes of lightning and rain 
when I run past broken idols of faith 
to wallow in river mud with wild joy 
exploding from ancient tomb of my heart 
so we can laugh together by the lake. 

Human robots in corridor of dreams 
pretend to teach me how to talk with cows 
about aspects of brain technology 
programmed by tension of anxiety 
in alarm system that seems to sense ghosts 
of people who are absent from the world. 

Wingless angel in corridor of dreams 
leads me up three steps to Heaven at dawn 
that reveals our indifferent universe 
at second coming of the cosmic herald 
who prophesies reign of messiah sleuth 
borne by deathless mother with mask of god.