See Beyond The World
© Surazeus
2025 03 24

Staring at the stars that may not be real
because they burned out millennia ago,
I think about the life I want to live
creating beautiful art for the heart
from the ugly misery of working life,
and decide I want to grow tangerines.

The bomb of deep insight that blows my mind
when the blue-collar painter of the house
becomes the painter of modern fine art
restarts the clock of purpose in my heart,
unwinding social programs in my brain
so I become the grass of the weird world.

When I hear the ancient voice of the Earth
speak through the trees that sprout from the soil
I feel them moving in motion with hope
that swirls with atoms from first flash of time
and winds tight ball of energy as Earth
that shimmers in sweet juice of tangerines.

First Mother of every life-form on Earth
lives inside our brains as shared memory
which motivates hearts of organic creatures
with passion to sing strange song of the sea
for she composed first program of our genes
to generate our souls from chemicals.

Young girl at the kitchen table of sorrow,
wearing yellow dress of butterfly wings,
stares past pretty face of her lonely mother
who smokes while cooking scrambled eggs and ham,
waves magic-wand spatula of hard truth,
and growls, "Everything in books is a lie."

Lying beside me on the star-gleamed lawn,
she tells me how she feels about desire.
"When I saw the sad painting on the wall
that depicts young mother with suckling child
who waits for her husband home from the sea,
my mother laughed loud with explosive scorn."

"Light waves of words flow down into my heart,"
she sings with haunting voice soft as the wind,
"and fill my mind with dreams of life and death
that every creature who has ever lived
performs in journey of its eager will
to create beauty from anguish of fear."

The girl who will not die lives in my heart,
and haunts my steps four hundred million years,
for she wears crimson gown of burning stars
and teaches me to see beyond the world
through ancient eyes she designed in the sea
so I know where to go beyond tomorrow.

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Orpheus listens to Ophelia sing heart-haunting melody about her childhood experience growing up in the castle kitchen.

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