Atoms Of Perceptive Brain
© Surazeus
2026 09 04

No state of mind prepares our consciousness
for blank finality of nothingness
that fractures sense of being at crack of death
which scatters atoms of perceptive brain
in sparkling cloud of inorganic breath
that turns to mud in mindless flush of rain.

If bright integrity of consciousness
is coherent concept of somethingness
maintaining wholeness in clear sense of self
outside corporal bounds of pulsing flesh,
then we would not blank out in dreamless sleep
and wake at reboot of computing flash.

Bright conscious glow of our perceptive mind
is conjured by this brain that hope designed
through metamorphosis of gene rebirth
when bodies procreate in child of fate
which better calculates what love is worth
through urgent act of faith we navigate.

First mortal being to exercise my mind
through constant turning of quick zest, I find
strange beauty glowing in this world of forms
which I explore beyond confining walls
by raging wild as god against brute storms
that thrash my fragile soul of chemicals.

Through every action to transcend blank death
I learn new secrets sparked by divine breath
to overcome harsh suffering of the soul,
asserting bright attention of insight
with actions contradicting assigned role
against blank darkness of death with fierce light.

I am Aeolus, human filled with air,
huge spirit swollen with desire to care,
so I run laughing on vast ocean beach
past scattered wreckage of my storm-bashed boat
to grasp ecstatic wisdom beyond reach
till deep in sea of nothingness I float.

When Sirens on the jagged rock of fate
sing mind-enchanting song against cruel hate,
my heart, lured with irresistible hope
for eternal life after body death,
drives brave machine of my spirit to cope
with calm indifference of Nature through breath.

Though we build empires of productive farms
based on religious faith in soothing charms
with vain hope to transcend death of the soul,
through deathless institutions of grand states,
things fall apart at cracking of the whole,
and no ghost lingers at the pearly gates.

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Orpheus runs with Aeolus on the windy beach of laughter to chase the birds of sorrow, then gather eggs and cook them over the fire as sunset glows ecstatically weird.

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