Hope To Visit Shadowland
© Surazeus
2026 09 23

If I should hope to visit Shadowland,
where ghosts of all the nameless people sing
hymns to the fallen god of thunderstorms,
I may have to purchase tickets with love
to watch myth of the Dream Kingdom dissolve
to pages in old books devoured by Time.

Alone with ancient Lyre of Mercury,
I sit beneath the old fruit-laden Tree
of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, heart
pulsing with compassion for the world,
and sing hymns that depict in secret verse
life of every person who ever lives.

Since Death is searching for light of my soul
that glimmers faintly in vast gloom of fate,
with plan to snuff flame of my humming mind,
I sing strange visions flashing in my eyes,
composed of memories my ancestors dream
through sparkling nodes in network of my brain.

My conscious soul of self-aware insight
glows bright with passion of mortal desire
as radiant emanation from my brain,
fueled by conceptual chemicals of faith,
with delusion of immortality
conjured from my ancestral memories.

This sense that I have lived since dawn of time
is powered by dreams programmed in my brain
from three billion ancestors who designed
my body to this state of clumsy grace,
evolving four hundred million years to me,
but I shall vanish to nothing at death.

Since I will sink deep in dark senseless sea,
and atoms of my body dissipate
from fragile frame of flesh that constitutes
organic being of chemical respect,
I breathe celestial spirit of our world
and sing in orchard of my solitude.

When functions of my body cease to flash
with hot atomic ardency of faith,
I want roots from the Tree of the Knowledge
of Good and Evil to reintegrate
deconstructed molecules of my soul
so I become fruit yet-born souls will eat.

Earth will recycle molecules that form
my soul to basic elements of thought,
so I become gusts of the curious wind,
and I become drops of the fertile rain,
so atoms forming me in my short life
will form bodies of billions more to come.

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Orpheus celebrates is birthday by dining with his wife and children at the Thai restaurant where he eats Pad Thai and thinks about strange beauty of the Earth.

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