Tree Of Flashing Brains
© Surazeus
2026 10 25

Despite skillful disorder of rain clouds
that knock my body around on the hill,
I am the wondrous man with winged feet
because I know strange secret of the wind
who whispers programmatic code of love
which helps my find the tree of flashing brains.

Disperser of rich grace on stepping stones,
I gather snowflakes into books of dreams
which I bear to peak of the mountain thought
to weave bright laughter of wild ocean waves
within unsullied passion of my heart
through generous wisdom of the loyal moon.

When I walk with the departed through Hell
on dainty feet of ballet nonchalance,
I find beguiled bride of the empty well,
perplexed by faithless lust of abstinence
that fuses bodies of strangers with hope
to incarnate as ghost with mask of glass.

I follow empty chairs on winding road
through fields of wheat where alabaster crows
breathe beauty of the light in human flesh
who paints the face of God as apple sphere
which I bake on the plate of hungry clay
that proves my right to live in liberty.

Transformed from wood dolls with emerald eyes
into lithe boys and girls with moonlit skin,
we race along the river of glass skulls
to crown the winner with the crown of thorns
forged with gold melted from idols of gods
whose faces reincarnate as our souls.

Wild mob of people run in driving rain
and crowd into Museum on Skull Hill
in frantic flight to escape swirling flood
that sweeps their farmhouses and herds away
so fields of wheat become bright sea of tears
that fills their hearts with desert emptiness.

The oldest woman in the world declares,
while holding million-year-old skull of God,
that we must thrive through curiosity,
always asking questions to understand
how Death will measure fortune of our lives
when lovers almost touch at end of time.

Millions of people killed in civil wars
crowd shore of the River Styx at midnight,
but Charon shouts that they must all return,
so faceless ghosts of hungry refugees
haunt shopping malls from sea to shining sea
where they sing beneath tree of flashing brains.

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Orpheus hangs Christmas ornaments on the tree of flashing brains that grows huge in the fountain square of the largest city on Earth where ghosts sing hymns to Inanna.

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