Dream Chemistry Of Love
© Surazeus
2025 10 22

Undone my mist of many-headed sorrow,
that hides wounds of our hearts with inner peace,
I drift alone with unrelenting grace
among rows of tall buildings where souls hide
behind masks of glowing computer screens
to calculate dream chemistry of love.

We decide to die as the family
that stays together on the signless road
till we arrive at orchard by the sea
where bodies of our ancestors restore
geography of beauty we admire
though we keep searching for country of songs.

Arrested by strange wisdom of the sky
that covers our valley with snowflake words,
we think about what name we should apply
to restless catalogue of hills and lakes
where our children build homes in dark woods
by carving letters on the eyeless stone.

Each ghost of God, new born at intervals
through punctuated progress centuries old,
considers bloodline weaving brains with dreams
so we claim land of birth as our own space
where we cook meals for sacred holidays,
then wander lost in vast library halls.

No visitor would purchase emptiness
contained by essence of the noble chair
except the blind seer who might tame the horse
to dance with graceful attitude of pride
based on our friendship preserved by the moon
that smiles at crowds of people on the plain.

Because the wind folds our hearts into prayers
that dare to open doors of grim contempt,
she writes her secret name on flashing cloud
that shifts reality through each new frame
at sudden echo of the absent voice
which teaches her to arrogate our fate.

Symbolic meaning glowing from sea slime
defies each stranger moving into town
who paints name of her mother on road signs
with luminescent laughter trapped in homes
which are no more than tombs for nameless tales
unfinished at metallic end of time.

Amazed by luminous phantom of truth,
I hope the girl with hundred million eyes
will mold my brain from diamond-flashing eyes
based on weird prophecy no one can solve
encased in fractured mirror of my mind
to activate dream chemistry of love.

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Orpheus leads millions of refugees from global civil wars across the waste land of the faceless ghost to build new city on enormous pyramid composed of bones from unworshipped gods.

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