Soul-Code Of Divinity
© Surazeus
2026 06 21

Not as happy as the man in the moon,
yet stunned by beauty of the eglantine,
I listen for the algebraic tune
that vibrates through our chemical machine
with ardent soul-code of divinity
that weaves mortal brains from eternity.

When my heart swells heavier than the moon,
I clutch crystal stone of innocent faith
and leap into deep flow of the world tune
to expand dream scope of my conscious wraith
so I become each soul alive on Earth
transforming from egg of endless rebirth.

Ascending spirit level of the heart
when I untangle knots of psychic tricks,
I fool the devil to give me his chart,
then lead refugees to the River Styx
where I stand my ground against tyranny
by casting social spells at fantasy.

I see no devils roaming lands of men
except cruel mortals who try to control
human bodies in games they never win
till brave messiah frees the frightened soul
with vision of justice and liberty
for every person through democracy.

Weird fairy tales swirl from my seething brain
of social heroes wielding flag of truth
who forge strong fellowship of faith to gain
freedom through code of our messiah sleuth
who gives conceptual nothing verbal shape
that conjures virtual globe of our landscape.

We leap with joy when we first spring from time
through eager race to enter paradise,
then dwell secure at height we choose to climb
in garden we nurture, despite the price
we pay when we deteriorate with age,
then crumble to dust at the last life stage.

I live my life with passion of the fool
by striding boldly down the avenue
where I play guitar before empty school
when I wear mask of Poet Parvenu
to overthrow illiterate elite
with haunting laughter of the ocean beat.

I hear voice of my mother call my name
through swirling mist on shores of Loch Coruisk,
so I sail to Skye, isle of fairy fame,
to find her faceless ghost in moonlit dusk
where she gives me the harp that David played
so I sing to shimmer of her dim shade.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/06/…

Orpheus finds his mother on misty shore of the River Styx so they drink apple juice and share stories till she rides the boat of Charon to Elysium.

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism