Womb Of Our Singing Sea
© Surazeus
2025 09 12

Humanity has no future in space
for we are singing spirits of the Earth,
though we have longed to soar on angel wings
above cluttered messiness of desire
to dwell in heavenly Realm of Ideas
where God the Craftsmen molds eternal forms.

That perfect Heaven, paradise of peace
and soul-soothing pleasure, does not exist
except as fantasy of endless joy
through virtual world inside our dreaming brains
programmed by priests for two millennia
to believe their lie of the Afterlife.

I prefer rich messiness of real life
that gleams rough as diamond of timeless truth
inside dream-flashing network of my brain
which I designed one hundred thousand years
running with wolves in vast Caucasian woods
that flourish around our Hyrkanian Sea.

Instead of gliding on angelic wings,
soaring high in propeller-driven planes,
or blasting rockets into outer space
with ridiculous fantasies of Heaven
or planets thousands of lightyears away,
I treasure complex weirdness of our Earth.

Humanity should learn to live on Earth,
satisfied with paradise this globe offers
to us hairless monkeys who lost our tails
then started building empires of farm fields
ruled over by gods in pyramid temples
for we spring from womb of our singing sea.

Because we humans are stuck on this globe,
which spins relentlessly through empty void
as cluster of atoms sparkling with life
through psychoactive chemicals of lust,
I celebrate intense shimmer of love
that animates my fragile shell of bones.

Programmed by billions of ancestral lives,
whose memories design the virtual world
that glows as functions of my dreaming brain,
I journey on the signless road of life
to find the secret of the Holy Grail
in womb of woman who creates new life.

Reborn from womb of every mother soul
life after life four hundred million years,
I know myself as complicated human
evolving through each quadruped, from fish
to newt to mouse to cat to ape to man,
as I strive to become concept of God.

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Orpheus strides back and forth on stage before the huge audience and preaches salvation through figuring out how to live in productive peace on this planet instead of ignoring problems by trying to live on other planets.

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