Instruments Of Dream Sense
© Surazeus
2025 12 20

Wandering lonely as the gloomy rain cloud
that looms hungry over your city maze,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
to conjure visions of the Beautiful
from endless misery of our daily lives
as we struggle to maintain global peace.

Wearing crown of ice molded from your tears
that drown our cities in false memories,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
with deft fingers of aggressive concern
to prove with absolute uncertainty
that Death will take us to her Nowhere Land.

Wishing to comprehend how spider webs
mirror matrix of our star-flashing brains,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that vibrate with thunderstorms of god eyes
which scatter snowflakes on gray city streets
to illustrate beauty of human hearts.

Wagering fabulous ethics of mute pain
to understand wordless song of wild trees,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that praise weird beauty of nature in psalms
no matter how boring time seems to be
because sunlight always invades my gloom.

Waiving my inalienable rights to life,
liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that open doors of perception to Hell
where Orpheus leads mute souls of the dead
so they can sing in the heavenly choir.

Waiting forever on the river shore
where angels talk on eye-phones of the mind,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that sanctify symphonies of mad seers
who breathe delicious anguish of desire
with each eerie shriek of violin tunes.

Wielding Excalibur with gentle grace
to render judgement against criminals,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that frame extensive legal arguments
supporting freedom and justice for all
born from the womb of Mother Liberty.

Whistling past the graveyard of long-dead gods
who call to us with voice of mountain wind,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that surrender loneliness to sea waves
so when we meet at random on the street
we can share feast of winter solstice eve.

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Orpheus directs choir of not-yet-dead humans who express intense desire of the human heart to savor beauty of this too-brief life on our spinning globe of abandoned homes.

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