Swirls Of Conscious Dust
© Surazeus
2026 04 03

I see that we are swirls of conscious dust,
congealed by passion to observe the stars
so God can wake up in our dreaming brains,
but when I ask the mountain by the sea
how many human bodies form her soul,
she weeps rain that drenches fields of wheat.

Awake in dream as swirls of conscious dust,
we see First Mother of our human race
in face of every soul alive on Earth
for we are mirrors of her primal mind
reflecting her immortal genes in how
we sing together in one global choir.

Wind molds my soul from swirls of conscious dust
when I float sparkling over mountain range
as gleeful mist of potent energy
conspiring with tall trees of humming fruit
to nourish human bodies with strange joy
that urges us to run on river shores.

Radio waves spark my swirls of conscious dust
with aching passion to sing psalm of faith
depicting brave ontology through love
for every human dancing without wings
till we fall laughing from Glow Cloud of hope
and float mute on convenient waves of time.

Dynamic thoughts in swirls of conscious dust
may claim to resurrect my mortal soul
with psychic blueprint Pythagoras draws,
but I know our organic frames of lust
decay from glory of productive play
and dissipate to currency of fate.

Expressive games in swirls of conscious dust
motivate gorgeous ghosts in pulsing flesh
to build bold heritage through honest work
firm on foundation of harmonious faith
so tale code integrates logistic growth
based on judicial innocence we share.

Monument built from swirls of conscious dust
preserves celestial light of mental debt
enmeshed in mordant matrix sewn from words,
riddles constructed from suffering scenes,
yet we link hearts with laughter angels lease,
subscribed to special shows of satellites.

Ephemeral glow in swirls of conscious dust
emanates bright from core of our brief being,
fugacious with sense of divinity,
so I will treasure transient scene of love
we share in garden of our private play,
embraced as skeletons ten million years.

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Orpheus contemplates how this sense of divinity that glows in our brains fools us into delusion that the soul is immortal beyond death of the body that conjures it from dust.

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