Waves Of Psychic Energy
© Surazeus
2025 10 21

Awed by luxury of conceptual codes
that angels devise from human despair,
I subtract wisdom from blank nothingness
to pay for rent required to live in Hell
by weaving light in language of the brain
so every soul may live through liberty.

Surprised by laughter of the falling leaves,
that dance with joyful agony of faith,
I might review weird spirit of the stone
preserving prophecies blind children scream
without explosively powerful thoughts
from almighty revelation of death.

Concerned about divinity of trees
that transform soil of bodies from our graves
to rolling waves of psychic energy,
I shiver lost in maze of memories
because all bridges to the past decay
and leave me stranded in the future place.

Entranced by linear process of soul change,
which pulses hot in bodies sewn from dreams,
I look back down familiar road of fear
to see I always live beyond despair
by sounding terse with elemental words
scattered among pebbles on river shores.

Ungendered by contempt of my free will,
more resolute that roaring roads of pain,
I rise from frenzy through necessity
to measure frothing fantasy of faith
while tumbling with respectful attitude
in universal moment we exchange.

Mismanaged by perceptive eyes of loss,
based on extensive flights of fortitude,
I learn assertive art of writing lies
with blood of dragons on cathedral walls
that misdirect your minds from frantic crimes
when I steal money from your bank accounts.

Shocked by dire lamentations Gabriel sells
to bitter raven at the conference
that smirks on bust of Minerva all night,
I swim with holy frogs in pond of scum
to relive evolution of my soul
four hundred million years from fish to god.

Confused by words God never speaks to me,
except through murmur of cold ocean waves,
I study perfect beauty of the brain
which conjures virtual model of real Earth
till I am fooled by pure love to believe
my consciousness just might survive my death.

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Orpheus and Gabriel fish together by the lake in high valley of the Cascade Mountains, and talk about the nature of consciousness.

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