Find Tellurian Beryl
© Surazeus
2026 01 31

I will never tire of this spectacle
of humans fighting each other for power
for that is all we have done to each other
through ten thousand years of the miracle
we call strange passion of living in peril
on sacred quest to find Tellurian Beryl.

Dark energy of life that moves our souls
in harmony with seasons of sea tides
contrives no grand goal of hope, yet abides
as blind lust driving us to play our roles
in global theater of tragic fame
that bleeds with wealth from idol without name.

Thus I record with chronicles of fear
senseless splendor of love we dare express
stumbling across Bridge of Forgetfulness
to win ruthless grace of the puppeteer
who mocks our victories with hollow praise
even as we transcend each psychic phase.

I shall not think of those I love as dead
though they are ghosts my song revives with care
for grief of loss fuels energy we share
till they are but faint shadows in my head
who build snow demon on our sun-bright yard,
safe in paradise where I still stand guard.

No more do I feel terror of the grave
for that small hole in surface of this world,
where I rest after I play cosmic herald,
converts my body to its spirit wave
which beams my voice to radio of faith
so you hear haunting song of my star wraith.

Awake in higher consciousness from pain
that spurs our mental growth from animal
to god whose thoughts are philosophical,
I grasp dire emptiness of social gain
entrapped by fraud of mental suffering
which I forge as horcrux in magic ring.

Inured to agony of knowing fate
that calculates how every soul will die,
I search for Ungod in soul-empty sky
till I know how to extract love from hate
in progress that blooms from truth I believe
to generate new life our hearts conceive.

Startled awake from dream of crowded towns,
I float in viridescent haze of tunes
that fill my sky with hundred million moons
bright as fire-lit forts on mist-shrouded downs
where my angelic heart becomes more feral
when I gaze deep in found Tellurian Beryl.

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Orpheus inspects the Tellurian Beryl with a loupe to comprehend strange mystery of divine consciousness that emanates from the pain-forged human brain.

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