Arthurian Trance Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 11 04

I have never heard the nightingale sing,
yet I have felt brush of the angel wing
my mind designs as spirit of true love
that beams at me from the warm sun above,
so my heart projects conscious sense of thought
at our Cosmos that mindless atoms wrought.

Whether relaxed in garden of fruit trees,
hair gently caressed by the caring breeze,
or mapping our world on computer screen
with urgent faith from soul of Melusine,
I feel vibrant light of the cosmic glow
radiate through my brain as atomic flow.

My body pulses with matrix of light
that forms our planet spinning in slow flight
two hundred fifty million years one time
around galactic ring in psychic chime,
expanding scope of my one tiny brain
from core of Earth to Laniakea plane.

Though I am temporary node of being
on tiny globe in supercluster ring,
that flashes zillions of planets with life,
where each mortal soul grows wiser through strife,
I feel concept of God wake in my heart
in quest I map on star-observant chart.

Since beauty of the quaint communal scene,
where humans live safe from the thought machine,
is truth we choose with goal of Liberty
to share our globe in world democracy
where every soul may thrive with equal rights,
I channel Mithras to mediate fights.

Our long greed-ravished Earth of fertileness,
that blooms to wreck towers of greediness,
waits mutely in Arthurian trance of faith
for Sylvan historian of our God Wraith
to chronicle our fight for Liberty
that guides our way from dales of Arcady.

My peaceful temple in lush mountain vale,
where I guard secret of the Holy Grail,
may be safe haven from national wars,
but billions of people behind locked doors
struggle to maintain healthy dignity
through personal responsibility.

To nurture individual human worth,
enforced by United Nations of Earth,
I sing in tune with Lyre of Mercury
brave hymn that praises world democracy
where every conscious soul on fruit-tree hill
may thrive in legal framework of free will.

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Orpheus contemplates patterns of thought that compose his Arthurian Trance of Faith when he strums the lyre of Mercury and sings spells of hope for humanity.

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