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Saturday, October 3, 2026

Lake Of Dreamless Eyes

Lake Of Dreamless Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 10 03

When I find myself at the huge blank wall 
where shadow of my soul mocks my vain pride, 
I open window into nothingness 
and watch one hundred thousand years of wars 
when angry men transform to humming trees 
where children of their enemies play games. 

The house is quiet and the world is calm 
but I am not the book of ancient gods 
because nameless ghosts rise from writhing words 
and dance around me in the summer night 
so I invent strange truth from what I see 
and write their stories no one ever reads. 

How many human faces I have seen 
on endless journey through vast maze of towns 
that takes me through the mystery of faith 
long hidden behind numbered doors of homes 
where strangers hide their secrets inside books 
that angels burn before they break the world. 

My house hangs from the pendulum of doom 
that shakes with throbbing of remembered rain 
though I lose treasure of strange memories 
that lead me to the shadowed woods of time 
where voices of the people I still love 
echo too faintly in receding mist. 

I find their names with letters of bright blood 
fast fading from old books of glimmering leaves 
because wild throbbing of my heart inspires 
fearful rebellion against tyranny 
so I dance by the lake of metal flame 
with radiant laughter of deceptive fame. 

Though I go back and search my tangled dream 
to find the beacon of our anguished pride 
lit by aggressive anger of desire, 
I kneel beside the lake of dreamless eyes 
which casts mercurial gleam on my glass face 
so I become the demon I fear most. 

I hear wild song of ravens after storm 
who gather on electric wires of thought 
to translate noise of brains that buzz with rage 
to solemn hymn uniting wounded hearts 
in global nation of objective faith 
that helps us navigate our maze of myths. 

Awakened by the shouts of jostling flowers 
that toss my body to the humorous moon, 
I surf the flashing tides of global change 
which carry me to land of burning fruit 
where we hold hands and gaze at timeless stars 
that spell our fortune we choose to create. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus gathers fragments of lost stories from books torn by teeth of angels and assembles them into puzzle that presents inspirational myths of one new world religion.

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