Absence Of Souls We Love
© Surazeus
2025 11 23

My international thoughts trigger trees
to scream about morality of hope
which humans dig from caverns of desire
then forge computers programmed with dream code
that help our species evolve from star slime
so we can dance with joy in grim twilight.

Based on electric innocence of eggs
we leap from cliff of arrogant dismay
to float high above bottomless abyss
where spirits of the dead lurk in our hearts
with thirst of vampires for eternal life
though we hide our fears in cute fairy tales.

Each moment of awareness our brains beam
we stand on sharp edge of eternity,
unbalanced by lithe vertigo of faith,
yet we assert emboldened steps of trust
to manage how time still unwinds our hearts
because ghosts are absence of souls we love.

So I dip cautious foot of curious fear
in gushing stream of time that swirls with light
to feel how currents of communal change
affect society through choice I make
to take the signless road less traveled by
when I set out colonize the world.

While sitting at wood desk in upper room
of my apartment on Dream Avenue,
I listen to sharp sounds of busyness
in car engines and childish shouts of play
which I translate to story of the soul
while typing letters on blank page of time.

High literary attributes of fate
describe conceptual actions people take
through each encounter of the seventh kind
in face to face transactions in dream states
which fuels commercial life of world empires
when agents organize corporate exchange.

I watch ten million sons of Icarus
fly swift around in Heaven above Earth
to broker contracts between businesses
who buy and sell our manufactured goods
in games that define castle comedies
directed by King Lear who lost his crown.

Yet in the end all I can think about
is how much I adore my loyal spouse
who walks our way of life with me each day
on countless roads already blazed and named
by hungry humans for ten thousand years
which all lead back to the garden of ghosts.

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Orpheus feels absence of Eurydice as the shimmering ghost of her vanished personality who haunts his steps wherever he goes to sing in villages across the land from sea to shining sea.

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