Neurons Of Conceptual Worlds
© Surazeus
2026 08 08

Our galaxy that swirls inside my mind
weaves dreams of creatures on large pulsing globes
in flashing neurons of conceptual worlds
through neural network of my sea-sponge brain
so I dream life of every conscious soul
incarnate in organic beings of hope.

My mind that glows inside our galaxy
compiles lost memories of each dreaming soul
in virtual model of the universe
based on experience of urgent life
all my ancestors express when they mate
to generate new body before death.

All objects that exist in forms of matter
are composed of numbers that regulate
expansive combinations of small atoms
that spiral from first flash of the big bang,
for they are limited by bounds in space
since shape of numbers rules the universe.

Archangel Michael, without wings or sword,
lounges in small temple by sparkling pool
among trees with apples, peaches, and pears,
and contemplates strange vastness of the world
that teems with mindless atoms of pure light
congealed in tangled strings of pulchritude.

Grown old with wrinkled skin and long gray hair,
Archangel Michael in white cotton robe
remembers courage of his ardent youth
when he fought devils from harsh desert lands
to guard lush paradise of Elysium
and maintain kingdom of Heaven on Earth.

With fervid passion of the loyal knight
he battled Satan on Hill of Cracked Skulls
to drive invaders from the Holy Land
where Jesus Galatinus ruled as king
over seven colonies in Galatia
long after Jesus Christus died on Patmos.

Our mortal bodies are contained by bounds
of physical frames within time and space
that limit forced expression of our minds
so we are temporary nodes of flesh
that incarnate immortal soul of genes
who lives in descendants our hope creates.

When Archangel Michael passes away,
his wife Tamar, great-granddaughter of Jesus,
covers his body with white cloth of faith
as eight angels lay his body in tomb
where skull of Isaiah chants psalm of life
how we are atoms of the universe.

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Orpheus visits Archangel Michael in his garden estate on the coast of Galatia where they chat about the old days when they defeated Satan and his gang of thieves.

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