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Tuesday, July 8, 2025

My Consciousness Is God

My Consciousness Is God
© Surazeus
2025 07 08

Though my childhood faith is the fairy tale 
that deludes billions of people with lies, 
I throw it in mud of the river shore 
where it sprouts tall into the Tree of Knowledge 
from which I eat the fruit of ancient wisdom 
which poisons fools but strengthens me with truth. 

Ice skating on vast mirror of the mind 
in final journey of the curious fool, 
he glides with grace of curiosity 
to catch the rainbow writhing in the sky 
with serpentine subtleness of surprise 
that discounts charges of false modesty. 

Death is the greatest adventure of all 
so I walk silent in the falling snow 
to count the footprints of demons and ghosts 
till I realize with unironic smirk 
they are mine I leave in labored largesse 
to marshal module of the metaverse. 

With long-expired passport of my bruised heart 
I wield rudimentary ability 
to guard gas station of the wilderness 
constrained by subtle strangeness of regret 
till I can prove my consciousness is God 
invented by the blind frog in the swamp. 

Disheveled angelically cute at dawn, 
she grins at me from tangled mane of hair 
despite forlorn state of her ocean mind 
while tossing petals on her empty grave 
to caress marble urn of wilted roses, 
fidgety with angst of global success. 

Though beautiful dust of my rotting corpse 
comprises fertile soil of farming fields, 
I testily remark on how great heroes 
cling to their pride with terrified despair 
till atheist scorpion of the lake returns 
to preach with passion about suicide. 

Domestic certitude of sewing machines 
considers pleasure of daily routines 
in harmony with cicadas at sunset 
revealing demons hiding in the well 
reborn as children who play hide and seek 
while quoting magic spells of the mind freak. 

Orphaned before the falling of the wall, 
she asks for payment in credit or cash 
based on poised preview of physical prayer 
by joining franchise of the holy clown 
at sudden exposition of her fortune 
when she eats gourmet food in the glass house. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus tries to break out of the conceptual rut to transform his train into an airplane so he can find Heaven among the clouds.

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