Psychic Code We Use
© Surazeus
2025 07 14

Watching the kestrel glide above the pines,
Sylphus whispers with awe of butterflies,
then scans darkling woods with laser-beam eyes
to find electric beetle of the mind
which tells him of the psychic code we use
to help each other explain world we see.

Driving silver car on the crowded highway,
Sylphus navigates the world-city maze
to find Elysium beneath tall glass towers,
frustrated at elusive paradise
till the star-elf begins to realize
there is no Promised Land that we could find.

Climbing winding stairs in the crystal palace,
Sylphus studies constellations that gleam
on high arched ceiling of the mirrored hall
to find the secretive Weaver of Dreams,
Apollon Oneiros, in library hall,
busy building virtual worlds of our minds.

Cautiously approaching the Shaper Demon,
Sylphus requests with trepidatious voice
if he could dream about the Dancing Woman,
Queen Ishtar, who invented all religions,
so they could dance together on the shore,
but he finds himself outside the locked door.

Attempting to steady the silent glare,
Sylphus rides the white horse of potency
swiftly everywhere along winding rivers
to ask the people farming fertile fields
if they need protection from tyranny,
which traps him in the television screen.

Lifting dream-camera swift to his eye,
Sylphus gazes through kaleidoscope lens
to study the Great Egret with gold beak
that wades in silver waters of the flood,
then leaps on her back and embraces tight
as she soars up into the gleaming sky.

Unwinding atom clock of our strange world,
Sylphus redesigns how we see its forms
by inventing new language that describes
complexity of everything in poems
while he eats holy apple of the sun
that throbs with the ceremonial drum.

Translating song of the Raven to riddles,
Sylphus smiles at how his dream code describes
how rain laughs sideways to cleanse aching hearts
that teem with thunderous claps of the mind
though he weeps for all the good people killed
till they appear as masks on temple walls.

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Orpheus photographs Sylphus as he poses with long robe of great egret feathers in ruins of the temple on the island of vision-chanting skulls.

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