Dream Of Our White Whole
© Surazeus
2018 03 15
The vermilion flush of her seashell skin
enchants my heart with the desire to win,
so hard against the tides of death I swim
till I linger on vast Pacific rim,
and gaze into deep abyss of my soul
where I may harmonize with our White Whole.
I dive into swirl of plasma to taste
apples and peanuts I grind into paste,
and aim for the sphere of shimmering light
that lures me across the Cosmos in flight
of aching horror sparkling through my soul
where I merge into dream of our White Whole.
While walking city streets at flash of dawn
I remember when I was hungry spawn
swimming the silver flow of river streams
to rise tall, singing, from the lake of dreams,
through each stage of the foetus of my soul
evolving from the dream of our White Whole.
I compete with ten thousand hungry mouths
over who will eat and wear the power crowns,
fighting through law of the jungle to rule
principles perceived in the foresight jewel
that guides progress of my evolving soul
when I compose psalms praising our White Whole.
I strive so long to control my weird fate
that I fail to hear the lost princess blate
till storm clouds spiral from her aching heart
and flash the spinning universe apart
that designs the puzzle of my flushed soul
assembling to mirror our great White Whole.
While driving my car on the freeway home
I think about quest my ancestors roam,
following the sun west ten thousand years,
then I zoom faster with shifting of gears,
speeding through wild time tunnel of my soul
so I can explore our entire White Whole.
The plaintive notes of the harmonium ring
ebullient through rhythm of angel wing
that lifts me over round Tennessee hill
where rising wilderness mirrors my will
to fill jars with apple juice of my soul
nourishing dominion of our White Whole.
The orders of ocean waves calculate
curving spirit of bright atomic gate
which leads to garden of fruit we create
to contain perfection of loving weight
which gravitates to connect with my soul
all flashing galaxies of our White Whole.
Beyond walls of paradise I explore
everything that exists outside the door
leading to the temple where I write truth
in sacred scripture of prophetic sleuth
who codes in verse the secrets of my soul
we program to replicate our White Whole.
Again in flesh we must reincarnate
immortal spirit our love will mutate
from springing coils of genes that flash our brains
when we kiss under trees in summer rains
which generates new child from my old soul
who sings to harmonize with our White Whole.
© Surazeus
2018 03 15
The vermilion flush of her seashell skin
enchants my heart with the desire to win,
so hard against the tides of death I swim
till I linger on vast Pacific rim,
and gaze into deep abyss of my soul
where I may harmonize with our White Whole.
I dive into swirl of plasma to taste
apples and peanuts I grind into paste,
and aim for the sphere of shimmering light
that lures me across the Cosmos in flight
of aching horror sparkling through my soul
where I merge into dream of our White Whole.
While walking city streets at flash of dawn
I remember when I was hungry spawn
swimming the silver flow of river streams
to rise tall, singing, from the lake of dreams,
through each stage of the foetus of my soul
evolving from the dream of our White Whole.
I compete with ten thousand hungry mouths
over who will eat and wear the power crowns,
fighting through law of the jungle to rule
principles perceived in the foresight jewel
that guides progress of my evolving soul
when I compose psalms praising our White Whole.
I strive so long to control my weird fate
that I fail to hear the lost princess blate
till storm clouds spiral from her aching heart
and flash the spinning universe apart
that designs the puzzle of my flushed soul
assembling to mirror our great White Whole.
While driving my car on the freeway home
I think about quest my ancestors roam,
following the sun west ten thousand years,
then I zoom faster with shifting of gears,
speeding through wild time tunnel of my soul
so I can explore our entire White Whole.
The plaintive notes of the harmonium ring
ebullient through rhythm of angel wing
that lifts me over round Tennessee hill
where rising wilderness mirrors my will
to fill jars with apple juice of my soul
nourishing dominion of our White Whole.
The orders of ocean waves calculate
curving spirit of bright atomic gate
which leads to garden of fruit we create
to contain perfection of loving weight
which gravitates to connect with my soul
all flashing galaxies of our White Whole.
Beyond walls of paradise I explore
everything that exists outside the door
leading to the temple where I write truth
in sacred scripture of prophetic sleuth
who codes in verse the secrets of my soul
we program to replicate our White Whole.
Again in flesh we must reincarnate
immortal spirit our love will mutate
from springing coils of genes that flash our brains
when we kiss under trees in summer rains
which generates new child from my old soul
who sings to harmonize with our White Whole.
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