My Feet Write Cuneiforms

My Feet Write Cuneiforms
© Surazeus
2026 10 04

Afloat in randomness of whorling thoughts 
that curl down through genetic memories 
programmed by dreams all my ancestors share, 
I drift with gentle tides of social change 
with stubborn heart that beats time with the stars 
so my feet write cuneiforms of hope. 

While my feet write cuneiforms of hope 
on signless road that takes me everywhere 
beyond the broken walls of paradise, 
I map cave passage through maternal hearts 
down timeless halls of mirrors to perceive 
face of first mother who watches my life. 

Face of first mother who watches my life 
seems to appear on every tree and cloud 
as if her spirit through lush Nature shines 
with faint penumbral glow of divine truth 
so I translate her wordless thoughts of faith 
to songs I sing while strolling road of fate. 

Weird songs I sing while strolling road of fate 
project strange visions of my flashing brain 
each time I face new obstacle of fear, 
providing methods of proactive deeds 
that guide my way on landscape of desire 
through endless labyrinth of confusing myths. 

Through endless labyrinth of confusing myths 
I trace ancestral journey to myself 
based on the tangled narrative of faith 
which my ancestors map in fairy tales 
depicting how people fail or succeed 
to generate new life before they die. 

To generate new life before we die 
we gather food from bounty of the Earth 
till strangers take it all before we can, 
so we build forts on hills and fight fierce wars 
to gather food in bags from hungry woods 
by building empires on the skulls of gods. 

While building empires on the skulls of gods 
we erect idols that depict wise souls 
of leaders who unite our hearts with goal 
to dominate the world with clever plans 
organized by the father of our tribe 
so we present dead mortal as our god. 

Though we present dead mortal as our god 
because he gave us mission to unite 
all nations of the world in Holy Church, 
I leave that endless game of thought control 
and walk to waste land back to Wonderland, 
afloat in randomness of whorling thoughts.