Swirling In Story
© Surazeus
2026 02 26

We are the song of the rain in the trees
as we pass on with slow dance of the breeze.
We rise at our birth from dream of the seas
and float down river of life at our ease.
We are the cycle of rain in the sky,
swirling in story of the cosmic eye.

We are the transient shimmer of the moon
that appears on Earth and is gone too soon.
We feel the mountain humming its wild tune
when the sun grants our heart its secret boon.
We are the sorrow of grass on the plain,
swirling in story of suffering pain.

We are the lope of our goal-driven gait
as we blaze the road of our chosen fate.
We pulse with hope for truth to navigate
landscape of wisdom we investigate.
We are the laughter of fresh fruit we share,
swirling in story of religious care.

We are the flash of stars beyond time
as we convey our memories in rhyme.
We wake from sleep with the uncanny chime
to watch strange play of the prophetic mime.
We are the growth of sparkling galaxies,
swirling in story of biblical keys.

We are the magnet of our iron core
that weaves our lives in legendary lore.
We channel faith through the world-leaping door
that leaves us stranded on the misty moor.
We are the flame of spirit alchemy,
swirling in story of brain blasphemy.

We are the faces blind children have drawn
while searching for eggs on the castle lawn.
We join the revolution of the pawn
who crowns himself new emperor at dawn.
We are the program of our psychic genes,
swirling in story of weird dream machines.

We are the agency of mental code
that urges us to walk the signless road.
We colonize swamp of the singing toad
who teaches us to formulate God Mode.
We are the window of the longing heart,
swirling in story of the stellar chart.

We are brave question of the wordless why
since our consciousness blanks out when we die.
We speak about great deeds we want to try
as the wingless angel who cannot fly.
We are the riddle lost without a clue,
swirling in story that is never true.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury as he leads souls who died from cancer to the soul-cleansing pool of happiness in the jeweled cave of Pluto.

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