Evolving Fish To God
© Surazeus
2025 08 31

Startled by how fast the world spins in space,
I sip hot chocolate on the river shore
and listen to weird ghosts of carolers
sing sweetly in the hot late summer night
about the birth of the heir to the king
who will lounge in safe castles till he dies.

Eager to understand why devils laugh
while dancing with abandon of the mad
in sparkling sorrow of the waterfall,
I pet the stray kitten in the bookstore
while people wander lost in Wonderland
to find the oldest woman in the world.

Amazed at beauty of the human race
that blooms in rich variety of forms,
I make one puppet for each human soul
to play their part in pageant of desire
with fierce expression of their blazing eyes
at tragic consequence of bitter fate.

Amused at strangeness of electric stars,
I lie alone beneath the boundless sky
and watch the Pleiades glitter with joy
as apples hanging in the tree of life
where swift Orion stops to rest a while
who weeps because his shy sister is lost.

Hungry to consume words of ancient tales,
I turn my bare face to the urgent sky
to feel eccentric drops of frantic rain
construct assertive format of my mind
while I break bread with hands of honest faith
to feed eight billion people of the Earth.

Absolved of sordid sins my heart denies,
though I do what I must do to survive,
I walk two thousand seven hundred miles
from Seattle to Denver to Miami
where I float on my back in the clear sea
and remember evolving fish to god.

Astonished at the way our world view shifts
expansive scope of faith at shock of truth
that reframes how my brain perceives the world,
I assemble vast puzzle from weird facts
that redefines the meaning of our being
in virtual model of the multiverse.

Embarrassed that my Self might not exist
as more that figment of my imagination,
I wear crystal mask of Zeus Cosmetes
at the wild fantastic Halloween party
that lasts ten thousand years of history,
then trudge home and fall asleep on my lawn.

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Orpheus performs the cosmic play of the Olympians with puppets for children gathered at the bookstore on Sunday afternoon.

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