Quick Chaos Of Energy
© Surazeus
2026 07 30

How light strikes quick chaos of energy,
that billows from blank darkness of desire
to mold atomic forms in words of thought,
inspires me to sit by the sparkling lake
and tell nobody feelings of my heart
while I forge virtual model of the Real.

How darkness erases reality
from timeless space of where I always am,
reveals to me true nature of the soul
when I see virtual model of the world
inside my brain as ever-shifting mode
of forward-motion progress nowhere real.

How time expands scope of my memories,
when I wear books as masks of nameless souls,
conceals true essence glowing in our bones
so with vague shadow of your Beingness
I walk through archives of weird human tales
to find my epic with musical notes.

How I walk through the open door of fate
with sacred book that belongs to no one,
provides broad stage for tragic comedy
that traps my soul in story not my own
till I reverse course in attentive swerve
and blaze my own path without fateful notes.

How Death finds me beside faith-ruined church
on river shore where my ancestors sleep
in tombless graves of humble solitude,
convinces me I might evade that fate
if I keep walking on broad windy steppes
with apple cart pulled by my friendly horse.

How Fear accuses me of stealing Truth
from ancient library Apollo built
startles me from bright revery of hope
so I pause on the busy city street
and wonder where these people want to go
as they walk desperately to evade Death.

How urgent life will go on happening
forever past our expiration date
proves nothing more than we are formed by fate
that we design with every choice we make
till we become aware and change our way
because I am lush meadow for the horse.

How sorrow propagates obscure desires
that bind me with bright shadow of my brain
engages my eccentric sense of truth
that we are incarnations of our gods
who are ancestors through genetic code,
so I father children with my bride Death.

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