Molecular Matrix Of Mind
Molecular Matrix Of Mind
© Surazeus
2025 11 14
Because there is no Heaven and no Hell
where disembodied souls with conscious glow
float blindly in slow-swirling cloud of dust,
I sing my dream while I am still alive
for my voice will never become the wind
that howls with passion in the rain-swept sky.
While I am still more tangible and real
that shadow of my body on the grass
or smudge of smoke dissolving in the air,
I reach my hand with curious intent
to treasure essence of material beings
that glow beneath my nonexistent wings.
My psychic spirit is invisible,
which animates with flash of chemicals
organic cluster in my frame of flesh,
yet I am programmed by ancestral fear
to hope my conscious sense of unique self
outlives this body for eternity.
Wrapped in molecular matrix of mind,
my body-soul asserts conceptual right
to exist in current genetic form
through evolution fish to singing god
by expressive force of passionate voice
declaring logical reason to play.
Though Pythagoras declared with firm hope
that conscious souls persist after our death
as beams of light that radiate down from stars,
which billions of people on Earth believe
with fierce hope life is not so temporary,
I know my soul will vanish when I die.
Crossing stream of water on cautious legs,
I measure ceaseless flow of molecules
that spiral from rain to the swirling sea
with energy acquired from the first flash
which hurls galaxies of star-nurtured worlds
from which our conscious bodies sprout to sing.
Because this brief glow of bright consciousness
springs from electric currents of desire
and will soon vanish into nothingness,
I sing in harmony with global choir
of human voices expressing our dreams
to help each generate new life.
We create Heaven or Hell on this Earth
through organized system of tribal gangs
when we incorporate conflicting goals
as one global food-production machine
governed by United Nations of Earth
to fund liberty and justice for all.
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