Endless Road Of Certainty
© Surazeus
2026 07 08

Too many ways to fall from the blank sky
interrupt my game of fun chess with Death
on the beach where children play hide and seek
to understand how televisions work
when unseen signals vibrate through the air
in psychic waves of interactive dreams.

Too fast for fierce human eyes to detect,
ghosts flit around our bodies of frail flesh
on wings of words derived from psychic trash
and weave with riddle code of honesty
addictive webs of enervating thoughts
constraining choices of fate we compose.

Too far down endless road of certainty
I wander far beyond necessity
with ardent faith in what was never real
till I stand stunned on high edge of the world
to stare at silver flux of secrecy
discerned by thoughtless minds of decency.

Too late for me to address you by name,
I look for you in every empty room
because I want to understand your heart
and what strange passion of hidden desire
motivates you attempt to stall death
though we all will die and return to dust.

Too soon for Jesus to return again
from Heaven that persists inside our brains
as Realm of Ideas that never change,
eternal forms of objects I perceive
provide blueprint for atoms to compose
seething bodies from hot energy waves.

Too close to source of psychic vibrancy,
I twirl in graceful glide of urgency
to generate new life before I die
since I have been reborn since dawn of time
from coil of genes in writhing mental vine
which makes me feel immortal as the stars.

Too slow for fate to allocate my rights
with flexible modes of contingency,
Death waits for me far down the signless road
so I stroll calmly along winding streams
and scatter fruit seeds of fertility
across the waste land of my solitude.

Too few alternatives for rising up
from thick rotundity of our vast world,
I feel all-shaking thunder of desire
swell molds of nature with intense concern
to flush my heart with gratefulness at life
when storms forge courage in my cautious heart.

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Orpheus sorts through gems heaped in enormous pile of precious jewels in search for the perfect set to inset in crown of power Ishtar will wear as Empress of Earth.

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