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Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Twilight Zone Of Fate

Twilight Zone Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 12 17

Half-awake in the twilight zone of fate, 
I wander in the waste land of my heart 
through endless maze of myths in city streets 
where strangers resemble gods of old tales, 
yet I perform the role my brain designs 
from obsessions my ancestors forgot. 

Half-aware that Death stalks my every step, 
I gaze through telescope of holy faith 
to study how wild stars of energy 
generate self-conscious organic beings 
like me who search the twilight zone of fate 
to find the last fruit seed from Tree of Life. 

Along the signless road of Nevertime 
I walk toward somewhere I think might be real 
on quest for beauty of the aching heart, 
yet long to gaze at face of one I love 
whose shadow flickers in the sun-blazed woods 
while I search in the twilight zone of fate. 

Untwisted galaxies of thriving worlds 
birth countless conscious beings with dreaming brains 
who give each other names that seem unique 
then bloom and wither in vast field of hope 
veiled by love in the twilight zone of fate 
where children gather by the lake to play. 

Unmapped paradise without walls of stone 
dreams itself alive in conscious beings 
who build empires on ideologies 
discovered in the twilight zone of fate 
where gods defy laws of physics and faith 
till exploding stars burn planets to dust. 

Beside the rain-filled lake of watching eyes 
we gather in the ring of standing stones 
to claim our role in strange story of love 
that we play in the twilight zone of fate 
before the meteor cracks our spinning world 
and scatters faceless souls among the stars. 

Half-amused by anecdotes gods tell 
to prove their right to rule the spinning globe, 
I ask the raven in the apple tree 
why all great empires collapse into gangs 
who fight till new messiah unites all 
in world religion of the puppeteer. 

Half-reborn in the twilight zone of fate, 
I walk with wife and children of my heart 
on signless road of temporary hope 
because the meaning of this mortal life 
is to generate life before we die, 
yet feast and sing while we are still alive. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sells maps of the multiverse to tourists who flock to the Interplanetary Zoo of Zarathia to observe all the strange species that thrive on billions of planets in our galaxy.

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