Psychic Rivers Of Regret
© Surazeus
2026 08 18

Soft vibration of crystal words reforms
how human brains perceive the Face of God
that gleams from golden clouds of arrogance
to mutate how we talk about our souls
as light that glows from fragile shell of glass
which blinks out when the brain ceases to dream.

If angels dare to explain how the brain
could process sentences of fractured truth,
we humans might remember why we hope
to share conversations about rebirth
in humming mountains of social thoughts
when we meet ourselves in the spectral zone.

I hear ephemeral voice of weird faith
when I float high on invisible wings
to teach the faceless ghosts of everywhere
strange secret of conceptual innocence
inherent in fake law of gravity
that might invalidate my divine creed.

Since no one speaks about the fall of stones
which float on psychic rivers of regret,
we gaze in eyes of people starved by fear,
trapped in the prison camp of global faith,
who sell each other empty books of tales
which they burn to keep warm on winter nights.

Foreclosed quality of inhuman speech,
concerned with quality of suffering,
pronounces new law of humble rapport
between exploiters and victims of fraud
who argue semantics in the locked church
to deconstruct confession bombs of truth.

If we use language to communicate
hunger for substantial faith in the known,
we might confuse young children without keys
who prove flowers and glaciers design
how we give and take in contests of love
for return on investment despite death.

Haunted by attentive ghosts of lakes,
shot by angel of spiritual rewards
who deems them unfit to work in food stores,
I gamble for salvation with word-luck,
heart tangled in language matrix of truth,
when I overhear words of flightless souls.

Awake with breath-turn of the mountain vale,
I measure atom-wind of spiral waves
to sense pure essence of the conscious brain
which translates seething tides of wordless hope
to jumbled logic of cathedral hymns
which humans sing to pretend no one dies.

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