Dream Clock Of Nevertime
© Surazeus
2025 12 01

No ghost remembers their name before birth
yet they feel every ray of cosmic light
that spirals from dream clock of Nevertime
because our psychic multiverse of dreams
creates ten zillion planets from God Eye
who generates our brains from memories.

Awake in lonely beauty of this world,
I sense eternal God of cosmic truth
vibrate in every atom of my soul
so I mold tears of love in spinning worlds
where death unravels each organic being
who sings as part of our infinite whole.

I slip key of irretrievable hope
in vast atomic clock of Nevertime
to open gates of psychic paradise
where children gather apples from tall trees
and run together on lush river shores
till they all vanish in mute dust of time.

Though we remember events of our lives
as winding swirl of streams down mountain vales
we cannot return to the long-lost past
for atoms keep on swerving in the void
to readjust vast vacancy of being
till heat draws water back to empty skies.

Descending stairway from Heaven to Hell,
young Icarus with tattered wings of faith
leads Oedipus to garden of dead gods
to sit by gleaming pool of Nevertime
where skull of Narcissus sings prophecies
about how we rise from ruins of rage.

Beyond coincidence of clanging bells
two lovers meet at nexus frosted clear
with sudden beauty of attentiveness
to share strange stories of wild-dancing trees
in which our faceless ghosts hide from grim death
while Icarus photographs everything.

Through furtive moon of confident regret,
that rises from unfathomed memories,
we shape oblivion from absent fear
to measure twirling clock of Nevertime
that opens portal through library book
where I appear as angel born from words.

Adorable in radiant dress of pride,
my loving spouse in wreath of flashing wings
decides to offer glass of sun-flared wine
that binds our alien souls with thread of genes
as she names every ghost we meet in life
who fill our home with fertile merriment.

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Orpheus repairs the dream clock of Nevertime so we can wake on time from dreamless sleep to live this brief span of our one wild and precious life till time erases us from Earth.

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