Tower Of The Sun
© Surazeus
2026 11 12

Holding torch of sorrow in his hand,
Doubting Thomas stares in formless gloom
and wonders how he should observe this world
without wallowing in suffering of fear
or drowning in sentiment of false joy,
but all he hears is song of ocean waves.

After we lose our long limb-grasping tails
and come down from the safety of fruit trees,
we dance in surging tides of ocean waves
where we begin to walk upright on legs
of brave ambition, balanced with deep breath,
to follow rivers winding among high hills.

Eating mushrooms, white manna from the clouds,
we follow herds of cows across vast plains,
mind glowing with visions of what could be,
then express audible hope in sharp sound
that beams clear vision of my mind to yours
in language that conveys thoughts I perceive.

Imaginer of status that could be,
I arrange objects with my crafting hands
to organize stones in circle for hot fire
as base foundation above field of mud,
and construct shelter from pillars of hope,
which I cover with cow skin of respect.

Observing many shapes of fruitful trees,
my brain designs Idea of the Tree
as standard geometric pattern form
which I then signify with breath-born word
that causes other minds, who hear my speech,
to imagine unseen tree I describe.

Stacking stones on terraced levels of hope,
I construct sky-high ziggurat of faith
on which we tend herb gardens around homes
where people from many river tribes dwell
with gate that leads to temple of wise El,
that we name Babel, Tower of the Sun.

When drought dries up wheat in my hard-plowed field,
I climb ziggurat to grand temple hall
where I ask Inanna, queen of all farms,
for coins to fund production of fresh wheat,
so she invests in factory of my work,
ensuring everyone has food to eat.

When morning mist of sorrow dissipates,
Doubting Thomas strolls by the singing sea
and dreams evolution of humankind
to dancing angel from beach-crawling ape,
so he climbs long-deserted ziggurat
to sing the primal hymn of love for life.

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Orpheus and Thomas bear torches of light as they walk along wave-washed beach where humanity first learned to walk upright in the waves.

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