Mirror Of Indelible Truth

Mirror Of Indelible Truth
© Surazeus
2026 10 23

Inside mirror of indelible truth 
my face multiples to ancestral masks 
so I almost forget who I am now, 
but with attentive song of love for all 
I reassemble conscious self of being, 
then walk in maze of competitive games. 

Trained by ten million years of fights for food, 
we humans compete to control the dirt, 
squared by diameter of stark moonlight, 
but I withdraw from constant games of faith 
so you can fight for glory of false fame 
since we will all become dirt in the end. 

I step into strange vastness of our world, 
though bound by limits of this time in space, 
to navigate excessive swirls of lust 
that urges our frail bodies to collide 
with passionate ambition to expand 
scope of power that includes storm-calm clouds. 

When the river veers away from the road, 
I swerve from dutiful way of desire 
to disassociate my brain from games 
that people play to win the sparkling prize, 
then gather river stones with bleeding hands 
to build high tower of heavenly hope. 

Spurred on by sadness lurking in my heart, 
I gather dust of deserts in blank books 
to mold glass idols of important gods 
that glow with nuclear power of blind faith 
when I float candles in small paper boats 
as lamentation for their tragic death. 

Awake in Time House, haunted by dead gods 
who live in children without secret names, 
I contemplate strange riddle of the rain 
that types new formulas of psychic truth 
causing my sponge brain to recollect 
memories of suffering that people discard. 

While tending cattle herd of Helios 
with clandestine plan to preach the good news, 
I feel my body dissipate to words 
that flutter frantically in summer breeze 
so I become fairytale character 
that no one roots for on the movie screen. 

Penelope expects me to comply 
with social regulations that endow 
inalienable rights on my transient soul, 
transformed by names of flowers in the mud, 
so I become the father of my brain 
that shimmers vaguely in mirror of fate.