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Tuesday, October 6, 2026

Mindless Mirror Of Infinity

Mindless Mirror Of Infinity
© Surazeus
2026 10 06

My heart becomes raven of light each time 
Orpheus takes me to the Otherworld 
because snowflakes are laughter of the sun 
that photograph my soul with fractured eyes, 
time unaware of astronauts in boats 
which sail across the mirror of my mind. 

Quick butterflies of memories seem to flock 
around bookshelves of stories never read 
by children who panic at falling planes, 
despite how soon the monster of the moon 
sells our strange secrets to the holy fool 
because the Self is illusion of words. 

Though clocks in trunks of oaks beside the lake 
remember why my Dream Body was born 
at this complex age, on this crowded globe 
of all the planets in the universe, 
I choose to redesign my character 
based on flight of the raven in my heart. 

Surprised by sense of wonder in my heart 
that wakes me from strange dream of broken trees, 
I gather photos scattered on the grass 
and arrange them in frames on temple walls 
to prove my right to breathe air of the sky 
with humble glamor of the nameless ghost. 

Though most believe the universe is made 
by conscious force of psychic energy 
that conjures life on planets of bright suns, 
others believe through formulas of faith 
that we project our sense of consciousness 
at mindless mirror of infinity. 

Preserved by silence of the singing lake, 
who seems to know how I should never feel, 
I focus sharp attention of my mind 
on how soft undulating curves of time 
reveal essential nature of the heart 
so I can prove my brave sincerity. 

Though words I speak become white butterflies 
that flutter far into fate-mirrored sky, 
I hold the stone that streaked in blaze of light 
from mindless mirror of infinity 
to show the secret face behind my face 
which I wear to mask passionate respect. 

Lost in Somewhere City of the Weird Earth, 
alone in endless maze of numbered homes, 
I ponder strictness of the asphalt road 
that frames writhing lawns of yellow grass 
because I am the raven who eats words 
each time I return from the Otherworld. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus knocks on my door every morning and asks if I want to go to the Otherworld to gather apples from the Tree of the Knowledge of Random Morality.

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