Organize Electric Beams
© Surazeus
2026 04 18

While stealing apples from the Tree of Life
in Garden of Eden where angels play,
I hear tall woman with long flowing hair
explain that, though the singers may change,
the music goes on for thousands of years,
so I lie on my back and stare at clouds.

If I should disappear from dream of time
my heart will expand its delicate wings
and sing in harmony with flowing streams,
articulating words with tongue of ice
which conjures visions from rumble of thoughts
so we become the truth our minds invent.

When I am amniote at dawn of time
I crawl through shallow stream of trickling light,
imbibing water of cerulean skies,
across sapphires, rubies, and emeralds,
transforming form by climbing tall fruit trees,
so now I stand and talk about my hope.

Attentive flash of primal energy,
that motivates my quest to find fresh fruit,
fills empty nothing of my hungry mind
when missing feature draws me to new state
in constant motion of the absolute
to seek truth that is absent from my heart.

Fierce longing to remember taste of rain
draws me to flashing flicker of the flame
which I contain in ring of glowing stones
because I know they are the fallen stars
that teach me how to label what I see
with words that blaze enlightenment of faith.

Knee-deep in muddy water of the lake,
I move through swirling lichen of desire
to catch elusive fish of secret truth
while hunting demon of excessive wrath
that strikes from tangled limbs of tempting fruit
so I snatch the writhing snake by its neck.

When savage thirst for ecstasy of love
swells huge from pulsing passion of my heart,
I open wide my mouth with tongue of ice
to speak in words of honest sentiment,
but nothing more than howling wind of hope
soars from cage of my soul on wings of light.

Designed by brutal nature of the bog,
I rise from sloshing arrogance of fear
to build enormous towers of steel and glass
so I can organize electric beams
in computer nodes of the world wide web
as I evolve from fish to Cyber God.

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Orpheus studies fossil remains of the amniote to understand the evolutionary process through which we transform into wingless angels.

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