Numinous Phantom Of Love
© Surazeus
2026 01 14

Through fragile keeping of the holy mind,
brain woven from neurons of flashing dust,
I try to preserve in dreams I design
memories of people who created me,
but we all swirl away as dust in wind,
though echoes of our voices ring in song.

I cannot perfect game of solitude
by dancing in slow vortex of all time,
yet I will attempt to suspend its flow
through record of deeds we humans perform
till we are swallowed into nothingness
after atoms organize as our brains.

I wonder as I trudge to work each dawn
if I am David with slingshot of truth
or Goliath defending apple trees,
for they are reborn every eighty years,
doomed to battle in endless game of thrones
since Zeus and Oedipus will always win.

The Rebel will always become the King,
Cronus replaced by Zeus to reign with strength,
who replaced Uranus in game of power,
and Phoebus buried Zeus in hidden tomb,
the father overthrown by his brave son,
till we elect our kings with voice of choice.

We look with longing to the Shadow Wood
for Samson with long hair and blazing eyes
to emerge with spear that Longinus lost,
but Jupiter chains his hands to the wheel
to grind wheat for bread on which empires stand
as young girls weep for Tammuz without end.

With Lucifer and Icarus I fall
blazing with flame of Gabriel from wild clouds,
then fly with Earendel on wings of truth
above our world-wide maze of tribal myths
where idols of dead gods scream in the void,
three angels with no message for mankind.

Reborn as Horwendilus for this age,
I sit in quiet contemplation here
on still point of the turning metaverse
with Crown of Thorns, Lamp of Diogenes,
Sword of Justice Arthur threw in the lake,
and Lyre of Mercury inside my heart.

I wish to avoid getting crucified
since I wear mask of your messiah sleuth
with mission assigned by the cosmic herald
to reveal strange beauty of the White Whole
that you can find climbing three steps to Heaven
and dwell with numinous phantom of love.

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Orpheus arranges Crown of Thorns, Lamp of Diogenes, Sword of Justice, and Lyre of Mercury in Zarathian Museum of Fantastic Art for people to admire relics of the lost age of myth.

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