Fruit Of Secret Truth
© Surazeus
2026 04 11

Bewildered by ghosts hiding in blank books,
who beam voices of gods through window glass,
I step outside numberless door of home
and face busy world of ambitious pride
that hides human suffering in sad songs
sung by their tragic angels till they die.

I find no more than shadows of our world
writhing as serpentine ghosts in blank books
to perform roles of long-dead characters
who succeed or fail in finding soul mate
to generate new life before they die
who with Leander swim the lusty sea.

Startled when divine apple tree of truth,
which casts eerie shadow across our land,
transforms into little girl with star eyes,
I walk to town library after work
to read about wind devils of the soul
who become gods chronicled in old myths.

Stripped of their language, homes, songs, and fruit trees,
my ancestors sail across storm-wracked sea
to invade and colonize paradise,
transforming wilderness of mountain woods
to gleaming towers of computer banks
where Mercury plays the Wizard of Oz.

Awake in dreams that flash across my mind,
all my ancestors reperform their lives
in endless loop of strange experiences
which program how I interact with fate,
tricked to believe my special consciousness
will live forever in meme code of poems.

Each drop of water sloshing on our globe
has been ingested by organic beings
four hundred million years of blooming growth,
so this one drop of water in my heart
has animated billions of bright brains
with light that shimmers now in my own brain.

I feel their souls vibrate inside my cells
as seething ocean of spiritual ghosts
who teach me secret of eternal life
is how immortal soul of genes in me
threads all my ancestors in my brain now
that spools from First Mother of humankind.

I ask Persephone to marry me
so she gives me pomegranate to eat,
then we hold hands and lounge beneath the stars
where soul of everyone who ever lives
twinkles blissfully at how we kiss
and give each other fruit of secret truth.

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Orpheus wakes inside my brain and teaches me to play the lyre of Mercury and sing spells of truth with Apollonian tunes.

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