Excessive Beams Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 07 23

Too deep in the labyrinth for you to find me,
I map weird journey of the human soul
to find the ancient treasure of my heart
still buried in my tangled memories
that spur conceptual action of my hope
each day I wake alive in world of dreams.

Exactly west beyond the fallen wall,
where piston engines chug in hungry hope,
I walk the narrow sidewalk of despair
to find the Prince of Darkness in my heart
so I can weave excessive beams of light
in wings I spread to soar into the sky.

Though I breathe deep ethereal soul of truth
that should lift high my fragile frame of flesh,
I fall back down to solid bounds of why,
still trapped in frail meat-skeleton of faith,
so I howl wordless hymn of agony
while climbing mountains on the Isle of Skye.

Too far above the maze of city streets
where I competed in fierce game of wealth,
I stand unclothed of social fortitude
entirely west against flames of sunrise
despite programming visions of the stone
to translate prophecies of the blind toad.

Awake in frame of flesh my mother wove
from skeins of platitudes in fairy tales,
I build wood ship to sail the seven seas
by following bright stars of divine truth
that guide my journey to the Promised Land
where angels welcome me to paradise.

Assyria to Oregon I transcend
ten thousand years of psychic energy
by growing crops from soil of solitude
to build empires of warriors seeking fame,
though all great kings with jeweled crowns of pride
crumble into sand on the beach at last.

Constructing castles from bones of despair
as walls of Heaven to protect my clan,
I dream of building paradise on Earth,
but weep as centuries of silent rain
erode social security to ruins
where ghosts of my ancestors haunt my heart.

We generate new life from eager hope
that children of our hearts my dwell in peace,
but greedy men destroy Heaven we built
and drive us out to wander far from home,
forever homeless on this spinning globe,
so we gather on the lake shore to sing.

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Orpheus climbs high mountain on the Isle of Skye to gaze at the silver sea midway between Assyria and Oregon.

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