Tides Of Our Ocean Mind
© Surazeus
2025 03 20

I find the natural history of my soul
as primal star-glitter of the First Flash
in crystal geodes of the agate stone
that reflects memories of ancestral brains
woven in tangled genes of my sponge brain
that pulses with tides of our ocean mind.

Crouched by twisted pine on snow-frosted shore,
I become wild gush of the mountain stream
that sings ten thousand years about true love
based on the clumsy way I interact
with people who perceive me every day,
so I walk ten thousand miles to the sky.

Because pines know the reason I was born
they dream the way I walk beyond my death
since ferns are growing from my bloody chest
in jeering sunlight of uncoupled time,
so I eat raspberries from thorny vines
to prove Pain cannot find my naked soul.

With twisted finger of perpetual hope
I write long treatise in forest-floor dirt
discussing existential truth of roots
in complex theory on meaning of time
that unwinds mute surprise of ringing bells
at pungent scent of mushrooms in wet soil.

From gaunt-faced hunter in dark primal woods
to noble well-fed king in castle court,
I paint enormous canvas of my trip
in winding maze of myths beyond my grave
to chat with alligators in the swamp
who work as lawyers in my new regime.

Hysteric laughter of the Apple Witch
startles me awake from ominous dream
to calculate thematic drone of faith
when planes crash burning in the field of wheat
to prove we understand how Death unbinds
spirits from brains of unbroken desire.

In solidarity with distraught hawks,
wounded soldiers draped in the red-cross flag
walk stuck in loop of the lunar eclipse
that conceals the road home to paradise
though they study patterns of weird behavior
based on channels of television shows.

Nervous with melancholy of lost faith
on leather couch before three cameras,
I answer questions on meaning of life
with language of rocks polished by the sea
on the late-night television talk show
which beams atoms of my soul to your heart.

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Orpheus calculates tides of our ocean mind with formulas of faith encoded in fairy tales that mothers tell children to scare them straight.

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