Ethereal Beauty Of Rain
© Surazeus
2025 07 29

Divine vision of my computer brain
calculates ethereal beauty of rain
that fills the dizzy canyon with blind grief
essential to remorse of word-bleak relief.
We stare in shapeless chasm of our hearts
which ancient gods once mapped on mythic charts.

Through ruthless force of ever-flowing streams
time realigns precision of our dreams
with strange theology prophets design
to guide our quest for truth by pretty sign.
We walk the long smooth beach of silent waves
to find ghosts of the dead in singing caves.

Unearthing ancient energies of thought
long buried in debris of truth untaught,
I dig for artifacts from memories
to open doors of lost homes with dream keys.
White salamander of my primal soul
programs how I perform my angel role.

Though time seems to forget shape of my mind,
which death molds from sorrow in humankind,
I map landscape of my ancestral bones
which form foundation of government zones.
We shall no more surrender truth to fate
by forging fear into the jeweled gate.

To synchronize my heart with beat of change
expressing social maze through psychic range
I wake my timorous heart with solemn psalm
that winds tornado passion in bold calm.
Expelled from Eden by the angry king,
Eve weaves from agony strong faithful wing.

New archaeologist of arcane truth,
I work for Jesus as messiah sleuth
extracting science-measured formulas
to write symphonies played by orchestras.
The devil Hope with feathers of despair
perches on my shoulder with clever sneer.

I sail the Strangest Sea of Sophistry
to map omission of extremity
where giant crow of social anarchy
endures the storm to build democracy.
Though swallowed by vast maze of asphalt roads
lush Eden teems with incandescent toads.

Retired to latitudes of tree-veiled hills
where birds guide wanderers to sparkling rills,
I reign without action from tomb of breath
in loving harmony with my bride Death.
Bright quartz contentment of this formal hour
provides secure faith of my psychic tower.

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Orpheus gives Emily Dickenson a ride in his carriage to the bee-buzzing fields of Elysium where she and Ophelia laugh as they weave wreaths of many-colored flowers.

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