Dare Disturb The Universe
© Surazeus
2026 09 06

Ghost of my brain lingers upon the pools
that shimmer in the road of broken dreams
where strangers without faces they could sell
walk somewhere else with frantic urgency
because time always seems about to end
though days keep flowing in the flash of hope.

Because I dare disturb the universe
with questions about time to allocate
another hour of study which attains
strange secret about life no one dares share,
I graph decision time cannot reverse,
accounting for sweet music of the curse.

No eyes can fix my ever-shifting soul
with formulated phrase of arrogance
so I presume to do what must be done
in strict performance of the daily plan
that highlights how we might survive the times
with scent of perfume on the tragic stage.

I am no demon with fire-tattered wings
who slithers on the waste land of despair
too deeply hidden in the silent sea,
so I stretch tangled heart to empty skies
and ponder crisis of the fallen god
that cracks foundation of our ancient state.

I never weep nor fast with hopeless prayer
for no God transcends bounds of everywhere
to hear plea of my words with active heart
that could transform state of atomic swirls,
yet I can calculate what will occur
through prophetic analysis of fate.

We are the living gods who play this hour
in global drama staged by faceless force
who flare our universe from pulsing sphere
in overwhelming questions about why
our fragile bodies vanish in the void
that leaves injustice staining Earth with blood.

Magic lantern of my observing brain
throws striped patterns on walls of paradise
so I seek words from cluttered memories
that could express strange truth my eyes perceive
when I swell movements to spark social change
as cautious attendant licensed to guide.

I see no mermaids singing on wild waves,
nor hear their voices in wind on the beach,
though they are humans who died long ago
who leave their bodies writhing in the sea,
so I stand firm on Earth of spinning change
when my psychic bones form this mountain range.

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Orpheus swims with mermaids in the sea to rescue people of the world when human voices wake them from hypnotic dream of religious faith.

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