Matrix Of Dream-Webs
© Surazeus
2025 04 17

When the shadow butterfly of my heart
flutters into bright planet of your eye
I forget myself and become your hope
as sweet electric current of respect
flows between our bodies in spiral rings
that blossom into wings of honest love.

When the star-flashing honey of our words
weaves taut beams of early afternoon light
in startling mystery of mutual desire,
we merge our bodies into glowing cloud
as precious wings of respect bind our minds
in compassionate embrace of pure love.

We want this temporary flame of love
to glow as long as we are both alive,
connecting our alien bodies with trust
as we stroll hand in hand on ocean shore
to sing in harmony with awe-formed waves
so we tend energy of faith we share.

The more we talk about the world we see,
sharing anecdotes of wondrous events
that we experience in our times apart,
the larger virtual world inside our minds
expands to accommodate formulas
we devise to explain what we perceive.

Though we are chemical cogs of desire
as bodies bound in matrix of dream-webs,
propelled by natural forces of the Earth
in global wheel of flashing molecules,
we navigate landscape of sun-sparked forms,
choosing our way with axiom of free will.

We write the script of our predestined fate,
dispelling illusions of hopeful dreams
to measure status of reality
so we can comprehend nature of things
enough to choose what actions to perform
within variable range of possibilities.

Constrained by universal laws of Nature,
we exercise expansive force of hope
to balance forward motion of desire
between extremes of energy and form
as aggressive souls of organic brains
in compliance with machinery of time.

Lithe with play of illusory free will
within atomic framework of the Earth,
we breathe ethereal spirit of the sun
to surf on undulating waves of fate
along trajectory of flexible laws
in tune with inexorable flow of hope.

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Orpheus explains how we create our fate to his children as they fry fish on the beach and drink apple juice brewed by Ophelia.

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