Rapt By Psychic Light
Rapt By Psychic Light
© Surazeus
2026 09 10
Rapt by psychic light of our spinning Earth,
I dream forever sorrow of mankind
awake in darkness of the silent moon
who always seems to know just how I feel
when I project my spirit at her mask
which I wear to play angel of high noon.
Though we build safe illusions of our faith
from bones of devils we defeat with love
in homes that play as temples of our tales,
time crushes all our dreams to swirls of dust
when angels bomb our hopes with selfish greed
while I am rapt by psychic light of fate.
Though air I breathe from ancient wind of hope
appears to animate with intense love
my fragile body made of flesh on bones,
my mind is rapt by psychic light of fear
that motivates my quest to transcend rage,
and map Hell with courage of Zephyrus.
Stuck on the beach of soul-tormenting wind,
where Ovidius records our tragedies,
I gaze at oceans sloshing mountain slopes,
heart rapt by psychic light of comedy,
when Odysseus gives me used bag of wind
which bold Aeolus gave him with sly wink.
While I collect cracked skulls of long-dead gods
from cave of illusions with diamond eyes,
rapt by psychic light of national pride,
I find Endymion sleeping in moonlight
on rock of faith that Lucifer will use
as cornerstone for new religious creed.
Before the burning bush of wounded hearts,
rapt by psychic light of angels with swords,
I breastfeed daughter of star-fallen god
whose laughter conjures storms of social change
that sweep away oppressive gangs of thieves
which frees world lands for brave democracy.
Through luminous drift of false memory,
Zephyrus comes to garden of dead trees
to spark their souls awake with warming wind
so apples bloom from fractured tears of snow,
but, when I call his name with haunted voice,
he weeps, heart rapt by psychic light of death.
Rapt by psychic light of eternal love
that gleams with timeless Lamp of Liberty,
I teach Endymion how to map the world
so we can know where we are in the dark
when we reach out our hands of honest faith,
transformed by knowledge that we all will die.
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Orpheus grins with sly amusement to see his audience rapt by psychic light of timeless truth that projects visions of Elysium from his hymns about souls lost in despair.
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