Book Of Psychic Codes
© Surazeus
2026 10 30

My ghost remains in homes where I once lived,
scattered in towns across the continent,
so they send signals through the ethernet
that shimmer through the walls of everywhere
to trick my meat-brain of hungry hope
into accessing book of psychic codes.

My ghost assembles fragments of my dreams
into this meat-puppet that emanates
radio waves of my temporary soul
which conjures gust of wind outside my door,
embodied by the soulmate of my heart
who declares that she has become my Muse.

My ghost strolls with me in the neighborhood
while beaming images of you in wind
so, when I glimpse blue glitter of the sea
between the houses where strangers watch me,
I see in water of its timeless flow
source of language that fountains from our mouths.

My ghost leads me to tree of tangerines
that gleam bright as the sun on twisted limbs,
so I breathe scent of flowers in the wind
that fuels intense ardor of wanderlust
to plot the mathematic flash of faith,
yet I remain in room of countless doors.

Ghost of my body emanates from me,
posed idol-still on broken wall of fate,
so I arrange smooth river stones in rings
to mark its hollowness as sacred space
where I stand safe on spinning globe of thought,
pretending I still have my angel wings.

Ghost of my brain vibrates with psychic waves
when I open door to the fairy house
where crystal eggs of angels glitter gold
through which I teleport to distant worlds
which all reflect state of this current world
as mirror that presents alternatives.

Ghost of my pulsing heart designs new face
for me to wear when I leave fairy house,
perched on the jagged cliff beside the sea,
and visit market town with bag of coins
so I can purchase book of psychic codes
from lonely woman by the empty well.

Ghost of my bones inherits song of waves
so I assert attention of my heart
to channel voices from the Otherworld
who ask for secret of the Holy Grail,
which I explain refers to how our genes
incarnate in our children as new souls.

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Orpheus explains to the not-yet-dead that their souls are only temporary emanations of consciousness from the chemical functions of the brain.

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