Geometry Of Electric Thought
© Surazeus
2025 05 07

Through geometry of electric thought
when I encounter shadow of my soul,
trapped deep in architecture of weird truth,
I exercise fate-intense discipline
with insufficient punishment of faith
to steer formalities of rancid hope.

Unbidden rightness of the graceful curve,
which tempers space with convex eye of time,
refines light-burnished word of ratioed signs
to bind our souls in matrix of World Mind
which dreams weird symmetry of lonely hearts
veiled by attention of the Beauty Gaze.

To share sweet sacrament of holy light,
encased in apple nurtured by despair,
we chant new solemn vow that implements
expressive play of interactive games
by giving what our hands create from fear
which noble angels reap with human bones.

Through witness of the spirit we all share
by world-enhancing songs of ocean waves
we highlight anguish to escape our fears
by walking somewhere else on signless roads
to transform waste land of the bitter heart
to flower-blustered paradise of faith.

Despite the frantic flash in speed of light,
which strings vast galaxies of pulsing worlds
in coils of genes that spiral through our brains,
we feel unconscious God Soul of the sun
radiate from clumsy hunger of our bodies
as we embrace with passion in the garden.

For joys and sorrows of dramatic lives,
which my ancestors lived before my birth,
programs how I perform my fateless role
defined by choices from strange memories
that beam as guiding light on road of life,
so I eat fruit and generate new life.

Electric void of passion in my heart
expands alacrity of honest hope
so I may document travails of lust
which I detect with measured sketch of truth
through narrative lens designed by old faith
to frame my quest as epic in intent.

Based firm on selfless sacrifice of beauty,
I gorge on fragments of lost history
with latent neediness of angry lust
till I evolve from state of privilege
to hard-earned grace of comic nonchalance
through geometry of electric thought.

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Orpheus and Ophelia practice yoga every morning on the porch of their home by the lake in the Alps while the world burns in World War Three.

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