Ghosts Of River Stones
© Surazeus
2026 08 15

Because golden butterfly of my heart
still inhabits timeless Arcadia,
untouched by concerns of urbanity,
I summon ghosts of river stones with song
that swirls from abyss of my aching heart
to form stars that dream my eternal self.

Awake through epiphany of this hour,
my mind invents mundane significance
that never exists in atomic things
so I assign weird names to things I see
which helps us understand how we should feel
as we stroll shyly among the fruit trees.

This Nature we perceive as pure and good
our brains invent from scattered memories
that we assemble into grand world view
so we can celebrate his vibrant being
which generates our conscious sense of self
as our bodies thrive in matrix of dream.

We strip dreams of external reference
so they will bend upon themselves in wings
of weird songs we express with pulsing breath
through brave intention to become our words
when state of emptiness negates our will
that fuels feedback loop of positive love.

Thus we pursue alternative venues
through clever maneuver of leaping laughter
that hollows our exploding hearts of fear
so we declare great things we dare achieve
when we become moonlight in leafless trees
that knows where we will lie down when we die.

Awed on high mountain of pastoral peace,
I gaze at vast metropolitan maze
where countless towers, built of steel-framed glass,
glimmer eerily with electric lights
which emanate weird psychedelic glow
as heaven our ancestors never envisioned.

Inspired by beauty in this maze of towers,
frantic seismograph of my eager heart
transcribes in arcane riddles of respect
conceptual gyre of psychic lunacy
that oscillates between spirit and flesh
to weave complex paradigm of new myths.

Empyrean vision of my dreamless brain
compiles all human myths of clever gods
through sensual verity of psychic tones
so I multiply myself with human masks
that wakes every soul who has ever lived
in temporary node of my god brain.

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Orpheus wanders along rivers in Arcadia where ghosts of river stones hum in harmony with conceptual hymn of his countless mortal selves in our minds.

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