Book That Reads My Mind
Book That Reads My Mind
© Surazeus
2025 06 12
The ancient book of dreams that reads my mind
asserts bold questions of ideal design
erased by answers of the mindless sun
that inflames my brain with experienced words
which guide my way on weird fluorescent road
so I find my smile on the river stone.
The bland serpent, who thinks she bought my soul,
cares not if I assert authority
when I deploy conceptual spies of faith
to win the hearts and minds of restless souls
who till stony fields of desolate pride
to raise lonely companion of the night.
The secret joy of freedom borne from pain
keeps my lithe heart trapped with entangled hope
each hour hard ice thaws into sparkling tears
so flowers bloom from corpse of nameless god
whose face appears in shimmer of the moon
which overwhelms my senses with weird awe.
The universe unwinds ideas of forms
with fast-approaching future of time wheels
when I untangle sentences from code
programming how my brain perceives your soul
through rolling thunder of ghostly review
so I can see with courage your true soul.
The seal that binds abyss of happiness
contrasts with brilliant reign of the bright moon
who maps deep valleys on skin of my arm
so I rejoice in dread splendor of sunset
that blazes comprehension of ripe fruit
with tremendous roar of the mindless sun.
The wheels of Phoebus measure road of time
stained dark with shadows of the haughty clouds
which hide gleam of stars burned out long ago
though we look straight at mute efficiency
as we recover from shock of world war
to build global empire on ruins of faith.
Harsh storm that rattles loud as wagon wheels,
that Phoebus leads on ever-changing road,
conspires to blaze my heart with sacred truth
so I approach gate of Heaven with key
of firm determination to restore
fragrant clarity of famed Alpine trees.
The boat I sail across the storm-wracked sea
pierces misty veil of diversion spells
to find lush valley of the singing skull
where trees resound with voices of the damned
determined to fulfill ethereal dreams
preserved in ancient book that reads my mind.
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Orpheus and Phoebus drink red wine on porch of the Parthenon, and discuss rare books they find to stock the World Library of Zarathia.
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