Church Of Broken Clocks

Church Of Broken Clocks
© Surazeus
2026 10 04

Because stars shine indifferent to us, 
not knowing we exist so far away 
on small fragile globe of shuddering water, 
I watch my children play in the back yard 
with joyful laughter of ambitious hope 
that they will rule their own nations one day. 

Obsession of the water-shining stone 
that glistens in the front yard of my home 
inspires me to admire the humble soul 
who rises up from crowd of frantic fear 
to rule the nation accidentally 
when wild waves of change sweep them into power. 

Though names and faces of the global dead 
are forgotten in the spinning of time, 
we merge them all into mythical gods 
who simplify their spirits on one trope 
which preserves their general character 
while their details dissipate in the wind. 

Because the eyeless ghost of my sponge brain 
keeps slipping back and forth in stream of time, 
soaring on wings I stole from Icarus, 
the random story of my awkward life 
becomes the palimpsest of future heroes 
who follow my map through the labyrinth. 

Each day that I grow older than the moon 
I store more information about Earth 
through grand encyclopedia of the brain 
in tales about great empires of the land 
and all the haughty kings who ruled their lives, 
then faded to paintings in history books. 

Since sparrows on statues of generals 
express opinions about their noble deeds, 
we hairless monkeys hide in libraries 
to prove we are wingless angels of time 
blessed to thrive on Earth millions of years more 
since we crawled dripping from the wordless sea. 

Searching for the one book that reveals truth 
in library of human memory, 
I row my boat on river of world dream 
to find the secret island of fruit trees 
where messiah sleuth plots world revolution 
that will unite all nations in one game. 

While spiders spin world matrix of our minds 
we gather in the church of broken clocks 
to decipher riddles from arcane code 
that explain the nature of human greed 
till prophets teach us to embrace nonbeing 
though we make mindless gods from random stars.