More Perfect Than Truth
© Surazeus
2025 10 08

Though tower of hope crumbles in the sea
when tides of change corrupt integrity,
I redesign illusion of the world
based on material facts of measured words
as project to protect the pulsing brain
that dreams inside the center of the Earth.

While standing on the highest mountain peak
I feel bright spirit of our spinning Earth
radiate from pulsing sphere of energy
as psychic concept of the human soul
which weaves my body in matrix of mind
who wakes and names itself God of the world.

Encased in peach that blossoms from thick branch,
bright spirit of the Earth calls out my name
with eerie voice of cosmic jubilance
which tricks my heart to long for global fame
through wingless flight of impossible fate
miscalculated by turbulent stars.

Through raw aggression of bold artistry
I analyze childhood trauma with jokes
which fetishize the wordless pain of pride
that fuels innovative road to success
before the world explodes with honesty
because I waste my life on prophecy.

Since I am center of the universe
I beam pure emanation of god soul
wide outward shadow-flashed in ecstasy
on waves of passion more perfect than truth
decidedly obscure as elegies
we choose to sing as we sink blind in death.

Not wretched as stark expiration hour
are wealthy thieves who crucify the clown
for daring to suggest they fund healthcare
which proves light bends in rainbow travesties
when piercing water of the ocean heart
despite sweet effervescence of our bones.

Yet if I leap in fields of wind-blown wheat
with eagerness of ghosts trapped in blank books
before the full moon cracks and bleeds our eyes,
the charming singer might perceive my soul
as more than fountain bubbling in the woods
when she decides to hold my trembling hand.

When I see dragons fluffing in the air
and hear the mermaid singing in my home
then I will dance on mountain of despair
to prove the world is one in charity
before pure snow shrouds paradise in fear
as doom which I encode in prophecy.

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Orpheus bears the mermaid Ophelia in gentle arms from the River Styx and lays her gently among flowers of Elysian Fields to learn from her the secret of eternal life.

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