Vibes Of Social Harmony
© Surazeus
2026 10 02

Trapped by avalanche of identities
which narrate riddles of anxiety,
Zemyna describes elements of life
as wheat that sprouts as her long curly hair
in meadows lush with flowers of her breasts,
while she holds crystal sphere of flashing stars.

We celebrate Earth Mother of our hearts
because her love sustains life of our souls,
then takes our bodies back into her soil
so we are ghosts in great lakes of her eyes
who dance in birch groves with attentive grace
till we lie down at death in her embrace.

When I hear weird spell Mother of Graves chants,
that echoes softly in moon-haunted woods,
I play water tunes on flute of my heart
to radiate vibes of social harmony
that soothe brittle anger of wounded hearts
till we attend grand feast Zemyna hosts.

Even while I walk crowded business maze,
conducting business of product exchange
within parameters of strict contracts,
I hear enchanting voice in blustering wind
when Mother of Ghosts addresses my soul
with fate-unspooling hex of fertile faith.

Advanced to messy edges of our lives,
I bind with oath of honest privilege
new secret purpose of the glowing cloud,
based on abundant wealth of bankruptcy,
to revive heritage through instruments
of fiscal gravity attracting ghosts.

By teaching me how to interpret rain
as splatter of inflated integers
that model ordinance of future states,
Zemyna arms my atmospheric mind
with orchestrated process of respect
so I could certify demonic faith.

Attuned to misdirecting equity,
depicted by strange cultural entities,
contrived by deviant currencies of hope,
Zemyna reprograms dream gallery
with ardent frequencies of mental force,
so I accept my role as guardian.

Attending marathon of humble spies,
who rewrite rules of dire linguistic tricks,
Zemyna teaches me with anecdotes
how to locate the liberal positive
based on marketing techniques of bold faith,
so we survive their avalanche of lies.

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Orpheus takes Zemyna on a date to an Italian restaurant, then they stroll along the River Styx where angels transform idols into human beings who give each other love.

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