Swirls Of Shining Words
© Surazeus
2025 09 28

When swirls of shining words from my dream book
lift my body up at death to the sky
and bear my conscious soul to ancient stars,
I wake from morning dream to realize
my brain invented this vision from hope
that my memories may survive my death.

The boy decides to float up in the sky
and soar on his featherless outspread arms
over houses where people sit in chairs
while he swoops around loose telephone wires
because nothing matters in this short life
except we love the person we are with.

We often think about the way time flows
in similar fashion of tumbling chaos
to how water swirls between banks of dirt
bound by long twisting roots of thirsty trees
that shout at us with silent arrogance
from mocking dare to eat their healthful fruit.

Great voice of the sky echoes between hills
with tireless focus on polishing stones
based on solemn conviction of the fooled
that common sense will lead to destiny
from stale perfume of never-expressed thoughts
gleaming with luminous faith in romance.

At moments when we are startled alive
with grandiose vision of society,
that functions to reveal shadow of fear
in glaring light of wisdom from the sun
which watches us as lidless Eye of God,
we will sing well-rehearsed banalities.

Or else we might regret the lost lament
we hide in clam shell of the laughing toad
that cracks foundation of theology
on which we build world empire of fake wealth
propped up by innocence of youthful faith
that every person is equal in life.

Though always the same in efficacy
through power of action to transform the truth,
Nature asserts indifferent laws of physics
that spark intense emotions of desire
which motivates our actions to create
while we investigate crimes gods commit.

Through positive distraction of the song
that flashes from deep hollow of my heart
I redirect contempt to grim respect
when I refocus logic of my brain
to mirror mental health in mocking hymns
while shining words lift me up to the sky.

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Orpheus strolls about the peaceful streets of Portland in land of Oregon where he was born from Minerva and Mercury after Jupiter was assassinated by Mars.

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