Atoms Dreaming We Are Gods
© Surazeus
2026 09 05

I stroll along the road that goes nowhere
because I am always in my core place,
here at the center of my universe,
able to perceive all things that exist
within scope of my cosmic consciousness
which glow with ghost light of our divine soul.

When I leave my home and my family
I travel east to find Primal Homeland
where my ancestors first woke from Star Dream
who traveled west one hundred thousand years
to find where the sun goes under the world,
yet that is how we find the world is round.

When I go off to fight the holy war
to defend the land where my ancestors lived,
if I survive I try to go back home,
but wander nowhere in the Anywhere,
so I sit by the river of blind ghosts
and sing about the home that never was.

So I decide this place where I sit now
has always been secret home of my heart,
investing passion of indifferent hope
to build new home in waste land of nowhere
till this place is the home that always is,
where my children are born and I will die.

Over ten thousand years of spinning time
after I construct new haven for my heart
on lush shore of this ever-flowing stream,
enormous city of steel-framed glass towers
glitters with millions of bright human souls
who all dream with one vision of my eyes.

The story of their journey to the west,
that my ancestors tell in silent wind,
vibrates in dust of every road I walk
so I recall their struggles and insights
that program how my brain perceives the world
as they survive and generate new life.

Though ancient mountains where I search for truth
are frosted by curse of ambitious pride
that drives us to explore and colonize
wild lands that bulge with sparkling minerals,
I reassemble puzzle of world view
that frames sublime truth with new narrative.

I am so present in this time-bound space,
enclosed by invisible walls of truth,
that I become the paradise I speak
when I compose Tellurian Testament
in Astarian Scriptures of my own faith
that we are atoms dreaming we are gods.

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