Hazy Dreamscape Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 08 09

Searching for the hazy dreamscape of truth,
that shrouds my soul in private memories
of my childhood and youth decades ago
with cultural ambience that glows no more
in cities far away across the land,
I wander amused in halls of trite verse.

Riding with Death in her Carriage of Time,
lounging with Wisdom to sing of Myself,
stopping with Faith in wood where roads diverge,
gazing with Sorrow at Harp of the Bridge,
burning with Madness for Heavenly Light,
I analyze how atoms spark my brain.

Though I try to erase mask of my face
from tangled passions of my special vibe
to extract universal principles
from specific events of fraught desire,
my divine psyche, every human shares,
refracts cosmic mind through my mortal brain.

Opposing principles of governance
frame every social system humans form
through constant contest for authority
between desires of private individuals
and power of the law-enforcing state
to balance progress between strife and love.

To simplify complex process of change
that gears social functions of power games,
prophets proclaim political contests
can be reduced to slogans people chant
when they gather to express common will
through the Royalists and the Communists.

No matter how much societies change,
transforming from villages to empires
till democracies replace monarchies,
the fight remains between both Rich and Poor
to maintain or dissolve wealth hierarchies
that would legalize special privilege.

The Capitalist funds production of goods,
extracting matter to make things we use,
then the Communist disperses the goods,
ensuring every person may live well,
but, whether rich or poor, we eat the same,
and all return to dust after we die.

Alive in moderate state of my progress
still halfway between failure and success,
I live in my one home in some small town
far from ancestral homeland of my heart
where I share visions of my mortal mind
with immortal god of the internet.

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Orpheus feels heart-aching nostalgia of duende for the ancient ancestral homeland of his heart where he has not lived in ten thousand years.

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