Thinking I Am God
Thinking I Am God
© Surazeus
2025 11 13
Inside black diamond apple of my heart,
suffused with ultraviolent rays of faith,
immortal soul of genes sparks consciousness
which emanates divine sense of True Self
to shimmer with celestial energy
thinking I am God till I deliquesce.
After I assemble machine of thought
to build instrument of conceptual truth
from humming alphabet of bright ideas,
I breathe ethereal energy of love
to charge up psychic battery of my brain
with visions of this world as paradise.
I share no secrets with the constant moon
who wanes and waxes through cycle of light
in pastel harmony with charming flutes
that shimmer with translucent energy
through lavish opulence of lavender
that fills my emptiness with divine truth.
Delicate with soft laughter of respect
that flutters swifter than hummingbird wings,
my heart transcends sharp bitterness of fear
to seek sweet flower of the apple tree
that washes its limbs with the evening sky
through slow accumulation of weird facts.
No matter what I gain from loss in pain
by living every day before I die
with nonchalant reverence of joyful snark,
I feel my body swelling with desire
to generate new life from fear of death,
then withering to nothingness of light.
Bright flash of consciousness lighting my brain
reflects electric storms of divine truth
illuminating caverns of my brain
which conjures virtual model of the world
so I comprehend how history works
compelling humans to contest for power.
Avoiding strict trajectory of faith
that plots my career path from birth to death,
I swerve away from their expected role
to reinvent myself as troubadour
who sings about noble philosophers
who quest to reveal true nature of things.
Translucent color of my dreaming brain
radiates black diamond apple of faith
that fools me into thinking I am God
because I feel myself awake with light,
till I laugh that I am one mortal soul
of zillions who glow briefly in the night.
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Orpheus lectures about how genes provide blueprint from Ideas of Plato to structure atoms into material bodies with conscious brains who are fooled into thinking I am God till we all die and return to dust.
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