Dream Bridge Of Nevermore
© Surazeus
2026 10 17

I trust Orpheus with his broken lyre
more than Saint Paul and his fake deity
about the resurrection of the soul,
for no bright conscious soul of glowing thought
has ever returned to our life on Earth
after they cross dream bridge of nevermore.

When angels bomb Sodom from silver planes,
blasting temple of Pinikir to rubble,
Edith stops in flight with her husband Lot
and looks back at the city of her heart
which breaks in hot torrents of salty tears,
then cries in anguish for the past she lost.

When Hades slithers from dark underworld
and kidnaps sweet Eurydice with lust,
keeping her prisoner in cave of fear,
Orpheus calls her name in fields of flowers,
trapped in dark shadow of his anguished heart,
till Persephone reports on her bondage.

After Hades falls sleep at enchantment
from hypnotic melodies Orpheus plays,
and from mushrooms in sweet delicious wine
that the clever singer offers the miner,
Persephone releases to his care
young woman wounded from bite of the snake.

When Orpheus pauses in the dark tunnel,
while strumming lyre of Mercury with hope,
and turns back to see if she follows close,
he finds that she has vanished in the dark
because the dead cannot come back to life,
so he kneels and weeps by the faceless pool.

After Joseph and loyal followers
rescue Jesus from the cross of salvation,
and Raphael cures his wounds with rich herbs,
their Crown Prince to the throne of Israel
revives with vigorous health to conscious life
after almost sinking in the sea of death.

After Raphael resuscitates Christ
from moribund state of clinical death,
Jesus meets his wife Mary Magdalene
at entrance to the tomb with warm embrace,
then they escape by ship to Patmos Island
where he dictates Revelation to John.

Since Jesus seemed to resurrect from death,
revived with herbs and care of healing hands,
Paul preached glamorous lie of the Afterlife
that still fools people desperate to believe,
but we all vanish into nothingness
after we cross dream bridge of nevermore.

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Orpheus and Jesus chat about poetry as they stroll gold-paved streets of Heaven to garden of apple trees where Mary Magdalene and Eurydice brew apple cider for the autumn festival.

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