Swirls Of Emotional Dust
© Surazeus
2026 09 12

Songs of joy writhe from deep inside my body
so I sit by cracked window on the world
to watch strange people all around the Earth
play out the tragic fate of their vain lives
for we are swirls of emotional dust
sparkling with energy we think is God.

Millions of people spend so many hours
intently focused on writing their thoughts
to mold amorphous swirls of energy
in concrete stories that capture weird truth
published in books on vast library shelves
which record visions of dissolving minds.

Garbage trucks of time dump discarded books
written by millions of people with love
into enormous mountains of lost tales
where frantic wind of millennial change
flutters pages of words with mockery
that scatters our thoughts into hurricanes.

While our bodies seethe with new unsung songs
that batter our souls with ethereal breath,
we cling to fragile pole of ardent faith
to protect each other from storm of wrath
till all our books are scattered into space
where they transform to eyeless butterflies.

When bright illusions of our sparkling world
disintegrate to swirls of wordless books,
those struggles we cling to with desperate hands
disperse as crackling leaves to molded masks,
which mirror face of every living soul,
that leaves us surprised on the ocean shore.

Our sorrows fall away as veil of fear
so we stand stripped of naked agony
beneath the sheltering sky of mindless clouds
where no grim thunder god of bitter rage
hurls storms that smash our cities into ruins
so we float on clear water of the lake.

With wounded heart filled full from fuel of rage
I gun fierce engine of my laughing brain
to sing with sharp mercurial voice of hope
that channels writhing demon of my heart
so I transform to angel without wings
who ballets blithely on telephone poles.

At sharp aroma of fresh orange trees
I rise unresurrected from my book
to stroll with casual grace of fake success
through teeming crowds of people who search close
for secret treasure of the wounded heart
so they can know the song that maps their mind.

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Orpheus sorts through enormous mountain of garbage formed from millions of books with desperate hope to find the Most Important Book of All Time.

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