Mind Machinery Of Heaven

Mind Machinery Of Heaven
© Surazeus
2026 07 05

When mind machinery of Heaven programs 
my brain to perceive world of seething forms, 
cluttered with people searching for their souls, 
I wander trapped by hush of evening skies 
where dead star tries to teach me how to shine, 
but I steal the last apple from the snake. 

When I hear the wind whisper secret names 
I laugh as the river answers with jokes, 
though gloom spills across rooftops of despair, 
tangled in telephone wires of regret, 
and into mouths of strangers without books 
who wait for bus to Hell that never comes. 

When weird river of eternity sings 
about the suffering of war refugees, 
I watch one reckless star of fate break free 
from machinery of heaven to convert 
my heart to faith in blind witch of true love 
because light survives its own loneliness. 

When Evening that wears gown of silver mist 
hangs black pomegranate of urgent faith 
above the crowded graveyard of dead gods, 
new star of wisdom opens wounded heart 
as fountain flowing with honey and milk 
that could heal spirits of the traumatized. 

When Tree of Knowledge drops another branch, 
that represents how close relationships 
could be severed by words of bitter fear, 
I attribute fracture of honest hearts 
to wordless mathematics of regret 
which realigns our quest for paradise. 

When turbulent concern of ardent hope 
unspools established legacy of trust, 
I wander lost in cluttered field of lies 
with lamp some old philosopher gave me 
that casts uncanny rays of false insight 
on faces twisted with uncertainty. 

When I hide in cathedral of glass masks, 
where light rays slant against logical sense, 
I gather fragments of discarded tales 
and puzzle them in vast collage of truths 
which almost forms coherent view of life 
till wind blows leaves of grass in lake of dreams. 

When horse of sorrow on the signless road 
reveals weird secret of building dream worlds, 
I populate Garden of Eden with ghosts 
of innocent people killed in cruel wars 
so I can pretend they live happily 
in perfect Heaven of my fantasy.