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Thursday, November 12, 2026

Uncanny Valley Of My Heart

Uncanny Valley Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2026 11 12

There never has been, and there never will be 
the perfect spell to sing the aching heart 
with sweet mercurial melody of truth 
that transcends all mundane accessories 
when I traverse with cautious steps of faith 
uncanny valley of the sun-bright mind. 

When I drift free of duties to the state 
through free association of weird signs 
with unrestrained acceptance of false fate, 
which I create with every choice I make, 
I find myself on signless road of faith 
far from the crowded streets of urban zones. 

High on the rocky mountain slope of hope 
I see fire rain from vast infinity 
when countless angels in silver airplanes 
fall flaming from the cosmic war for truth 
that humans fight to prove their mortal christ 
is blessed by Heaven to wear crown of thorns. 

With hearty laugh of gentle mockery 
I see their battles to control the world 
as petty squabbles for small squares of dirt 
where they entomb their fathers in cold stone 
till floods dislodge their bodies from the ground 
and sweep their homes and churches out to sea. 

Beyond uncanny valley of my heart, 
imprisoned by fake walls of paradise, 
I wander through vast maze of doorless fanes 
where idols of dead gods sing eerie hymns 
with arcane riddles of galactic code 
that guide my way past obstacles of fear. 

When I find ziggurat where Ishtar reigned 
I see no angels wearing feathered robes 
climb the ladder of Jacob to the moon, 
so I ascend with passion of blind faith 
stairway to Heaven, paved with slippery gold, 
till I reach desolate citadel of ghosts. 

When I find first-made lyre of Mercury 
encased in glass as relic of the past, 
I wait in vast Museum of World Faith, 
deep in uncanny valley of my heart, 
for just the right time in the twilight zone 
to make that instrument of music mine. 

With ears fine-tuned from clarity of death 
to secret messages of timeless truth, 
sung by skulls of Hamlet and Orpheus, 
I find my voice in complex fairy tales 
about how common people strive with faith 
to build their lasting legacy in vain. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus teaches me how to play the lyre of Mercury and improvise Sibylline prophecies with tangled verse of weird psychotic code no one understands.

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