Weird Voice That Hums
© Surazeus
2026 02 28

Shocked by weird voice that hums within my brain
with eerie echoes of uncanny thoughts,
I open eyes of ancient memories
with clear intention of terrified hope
to comprehend strange shapes my mind perceives
that pulse with intense passion of desire.

Inspired by vibrant contours of the world
which undulate with secret waves of faith,
I mold thick river clay with eager hands
in vase depicting dance of souls in rain
that bears juice of ripe fruit from Tree of Life
we drink to celebrate rebirth of light.

Attuned by strange vibrations of the ground
that quaver soft with tremors of concern,
I translate song of wind in dancing trees
to frantic prophecy of urgent hope
based on blurred observation of events
that swirl around me in the cityscape.

Focused on frail faces of human beings
who perform roles in our communal game,
I dramatize story of conscious life
in never-ending fairy tale of hope
that fuels our transformation as we grow
through intricate ballet of give and take.

Amused by carefree play of conscious souls
who stretch their arms to touch eternal light,
I write tales of our lives in river mud
recording names of every soul alive
till they fly away on wings of desire
as we ascend to cloud world of our dreams.

Intrigued by complex web of singing stones
that form foundation of our spinning globe,
I trace how water flows in streams of light
to weave vast tangled net of thirsty roots
that sprout as trees and herbs in glowing fields
where people gather fruit from heart of time.

Enthused by divine spirit of our world
that glows from body of each human brain,
I breathe ethereal spirit of the sky
then sing encoded name of every soul
who blooms in words from silent stones of Earth
to harmonize in global choir of hope.

Charmed by weird voice that hums within my brain
with puzzling concepts of spiritual tropes,
I speak with darkness of the universe
who wakes as gleam of light that I am now
so I glow briefly with pleasure of being
then flicker out for all eternity.

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Orpheus pauses from strumming lyre of Mercury to rest a while beside the plaza fountain and watch the people of Earth engaged in communal rituals of work and play.

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