Infinite Location Of Faith

Infinite Location Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 02 22

Trivial circle of heart-breaking despair 
precludes expressive vision beyond death 
except repetitive gestures of hope 
trapped by mechanical actions of hands 
grasping slippery curve of the universe 
by looping back to cave of helplessness. 

Foundational assumptions about life 
on which I ramble with unconscious trust 
crack at brutal rays of honest despair 
and crumble into illusory sand 
so all I thought was true is incorrect, 
delusions that vanish at frantic grasps. 

Disoriented by delusions of false hope, 
I stumble through concept of the abyss, 
lost in dizzy haze of the endless maze, 
stuck at infinite location of faith 
unlocated in vast reality 
till I become the essence of nowhere. 

All meaning my mind invented from hope 
dissipates with mist in glare of the sun 
so I ache as I strive to comprehend 
phenomenon inherent in each thing 
that pulses with assumptions I devised 
though I mumble words to express my truth. 

Manipulated by petty desires 
that urge my actions to acquire respect, 
I struggle trapped in web of predilections, 
blinded by illusions my brain invents, 
till I stand naked in abysmal stasis, 
unknowing in profundity of why. 

Embraced by desire to live beyond death, 
my worn-out heart flutters its wounded wings 
when ultimate illusion of my truth, 
which I thought was eternal as high mountains, 
dissolves in blustery wind of wild waves 
that crush my words with cold indifference. 

Though I fancied myself sprite of free will, 
asserting my vision with honest words, 
I find my body of chemical fluids 
is no ethereal angel of pure light, 
but lust-automated reflex machine 
programmed by ancestral dreams of survival. 

With honest assessment of fallen angels, 
I know my self is charade of desire, 
mental computer of composite creeds 
designed to process experience of hope, 
so I embrace your body with my heart 
and we make love that banishes despair.