Zephyrean Voice Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

Terrible ache of the brain breaking down
into fragments of misread memories
sprouts into palm tree of the final thought
where fire-feathered bird of psychotic truth
sings the most beautiful song of all time
that drives me mad with wisdom of true love.

While I stumble blind through random events
that contrive false narrative of my life,
my fractured brain invents meaning for why
I suffer through each scene for which God laughs
with mocking amusement at how wings shine
from fire-fangled feathers of ecstasy.

Far beyond end of the quivering mind
I spiral into beauty of regret
dismissed as obstacles on road of growth
when I transform from singing tree of death
to wingless angel limping without care
on signless road that leads me anywhere.

Struck by bare facts of existence, that seal
secrets of desire in mouths of the dead,
I insist the mental world in my head
is just as real as thick atomic forms
that pulse with naked energy of light,
till my brain dissipates it all to dust.

Stomping hard on the solid ground of being,
I shout with cold Zephyrean voice of truth
that I can dwell as both body and soul
in real world of atoms flashing starlight
and dream realm of ideas weaving words
with simultaneous energy of love.

Whole universe of atoms, which contains
fragile flame of my body in vast frame,
glows endlessly in swirls of energy,
while multiverse of visions in my brain
replicates inexhaustible variants
that fuel my quest to find the Promised Land.

Vibrant reality of pulsing light,
that seethes in layers of atomic swirls,
undulates elusive phenomenon
beyond my ability to record
conceptual images of its pure essence,
yet I attempt to represent its flash.

My pure imagination cannot augment
vital essence at core of divine being
that pulses with celestial energy,
so these faint shimmers of my verbal spells
may barely reflect vastness of the Real,
yet I sing with Zephyrean voice of truth.

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Orpheus explains to Ophelia the difference between the real world of atoms that exists regardless of our perceptions, and the mental realm of ideas we design with words in our brains.

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