Tuesday, March 3, 2026

When Rain Unfalls Itself

When Rain Unfalls Itself
© Surazeus
2026 03 03

Before the door that is not in the woods 
I listen to the voice that does not speak 
about painful sorrow I cannot feel, 
so I walk without moving nowhere else 
till I arrive at the town by the lake 
where no one builds houses with garden walls. 

When I look at people who are not there 
and ask them questions about nothing more 
they never explain the rules of their lives 
so I make nothing with tools of my hands 
and fly without wings on breath of false hope 
to map the houses that are never real. 

I walk forever on the signless road 
and think about events that never happen 
to fill my basket with never-bloomed fruit 
while waiting for the world to never turn 
when rain unfalls itself to empty skies 
that reflect featureless face of Ungod. 

I cannot describe what anything is 
because words entangle my heart with lies 
so I meditate on the hive of bees 
while discarding my thoughts on summer breeze 
that wafts my fragile body among clouds 
above colorless realm of ideal forms. 

Behind the door that is not by the sea 
I observe the waves that do not unscroll 
vast tapestry that depicts nothingness 
embodied by people who have no names 
while they wander bridge of forgetfulness 
till they get tired of losing every game. 

During total eclipse of the blood moon 
billions of people assemble in halls 
and sing hymns to their great ancestral god 
depicted by the idol on the stage 
that never opens divine eyes of truth 
nor ever speaks to grant their fervent prayers. 

Their long-forgotten gods wake from strange dreams 
and gather in the ring of humming stones 
to complain about faithful worshippers 
who never seek to become their real selves 
because they all wear same mask of their god 
with desperate fear that life will be destroyed. 

I eat peanut butter with apple sauce 
at the small round table in my brick house, 
then drink angel-blood milk of calm belief 
that beautiful songs are born from mute grief, 
so I open the door to everywhere 
to visit each world in the multiverse. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus paints face of Ophelia on the door that is not there in the woods of infinite impossibilities.

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