Wisdom Of The Quantum Soul
© Surazeus
2026 01 12

Though Death will think I have escaped his eye
because I write my dreams on moon-lit page,
I know he waits with patience of the sea
to swallow my frail light of consciousness,
so I will not blind my heart with needless rage,
instead express my love for life with song.

When Captain Scott arrived at the South Pole,
eager to claim glory of being the first,
yet found Amundsen beat him at the game,
he screamed into the void with bitter angst,
then froze to death while wandering in despair,
and lies forever inside tomb of ice.

Since Antarctic ice flows out to the sea,
Captain Scott, preserved in eternal rest
with same flawless repose as Sleeping Beauty,
will eventually fall into the sea
three hundred and sixty years from his death
where he will float inside his tomb of ice.

Five hundred years from now his tomb of ice
will land on lush shore of the Promised Land
where he will wake at kiss of Artemis
and walk with her among tall apple trees
where she speaks language of the Crystal Snake
who teaches wisdom of the Quantum Soul.

Across bleak landscape of my frozen heart
I ski toward South Pole of our pulsing Earth
to stand on still point of the multiverse
and savor beauty of bright rainbow beams
that weave atomic energy of light
through sinews of my body with dream words.

I am no Moses in the wilderness,
bearing crystal plates with principles
defining how to manage force of life,
yet I climb mountain of the Laughing Skull
to transcribe riddles of its writhing tongue
which prophesy how all great empires fall.

I am no Joshua leading refugees
who flee bomb-hurling planes with angel wings
to colonize tribe-crowded land of lakes,
yet I plow fields of weeds to plant gold wheat
with Golden Calf of Aaron as my guide
so Ceres bakes bread to weep for Tammuz.

I am no Orpheus with broken lyre,
but soul of Mercury wakes in my heart
when I become high mountains and deep seas,
and wake from dream as godless sun of light,
so drink apple cider with me today
as we play hide and seek with Father Death.

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Orpheus finds wood ship stuck in the ice so he sings elegies for the men whose faceless ghosts dance on the deck to cheerful music for eternity.

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