How Minds Dream Reality
© Surazeus
2018 06 02
Whether graphing maps or composing poems,
I design models that depict the real world,
engineering how minds dream reality
so we perceive flow of cause and effect
in process of construction and destruction
when structures of atoms transform in time.
I open my hand so fingers beam globe
depicting our world in shimmer of light
which records evolution of its shape
and maps life path of every conscious creature
who ever woke from dream of singing stars
and searched for food in hostile wilderness.
Families sit around tables in dark kitchens
and worry about how they will pay bills,
food, rent, gas, insurance, tuition, fees,
and a thousand other things they must buy
to maintain clean household in our world empire
organized to produce food on a mass scale.
Strange the way our faces in mirrors glow
swirling atoms that were forged in our star
and store memory of every thunder storm
that flashed across dark surface of the sea
fourteen billion years since Earth spun in sphere
of giant eyeball who wakes in our brains.
I gather fragments from magazine dreams
and newspaper tragedies to collage
puzzle of American Life which frames
ontology of fame through sordid tales
of famous celebrities who desire
privacy from hunger of adoring fans.
I ride across the rocky moors to meet
the eccentric tenant of Wildfell Hall
who paints the spirit of our weird landscape
to capture uncanny glow of sunlight
dancing in wind as flowers who sing spells
that flash visions of hope in wordless eyes.
While strolling in lush grove of apple trees,
I see Isaac Newton by river shore
holding half-eaten apple in his hand
as he writes formula for gravity
with Wand of Merlin in the fertile soil,
then eats the apple with a snarky grin.
While following directions navigated
by the Muse who speaks from tracking device,
which reads the global positioning system,
I drive through mist into alternate world
of the strange magical land Onatah
that exists behind the American facade.
I walk along the River of Lost Souls
who gather at the One-Eye Pyramid
to feast and sing in the twilight of hope
before starships invade our peaceful world
and destroy the paradise that we built
to assimilate us in their world empire.
I map the history of civilizations
that rise from villages on river shores
and transform into palaces and castles
in return replaced by churches and banks
till the last person walking through the ruins
forgets to sing the epic of our lives.
© Surazeus
2018 06 02
Whether graphing maps or composing poems,
I design models that depict the real world,
engineering how minds dream reality
so we perceive flow of cause and effect
in process of construction and destruction
when structures of atoms transform in time.
I open my hand so fingers beam globe
depicting our world in shimmer of light
which records evolution of its shape
and maps life path of every conscious creature
who ever woke from dream of singing stars
and searched for food in hostile wilderness.
Families sit around tables in dark kitchens
and worry about how they will pay bills,
food, rent, gas, insurance, tuition, fees,
and a thousand other things they must buy
to maintain clean household in our world empire
organized to produce food on a mass scale.
Strange the way our faces in mirrors glow
swirling atoms that were forged in our star
and store memory of every thunder storm
that flashed across dark surface of the sea
fourteen billion years since Earth spun in sphere
of giant eyeball who wakes in our brains.
I gather fragments from magazine dreams
and newspaper tragedies to collage
puzzle of American Life which frames
ontology of fame through sordid tales
of famous celebrities who desire
privacy from hunger of adoring fans.
I ride across the rocky moors to meet
the eccentric tenant of Wildfell Hall
who paints the spirit of our weird landscape
to capture uncanny glow of sunlight
dancing in wind as flowers who sing spells
that flash visions of hope in wordless eyes.
While strolling in lush grove of apple trees,
I see Isaac Newton by river shore
holding half-eaten apple in his hand
as he writes formula for gravity
with Wand of Merlin in the fertile soil,
then eats the apple with a snarky grin.
While following directions navigated
by the Muse who speaks from tracking device,
which reads the global positioning system,
I drive through mist into alternate world
of the strange magical land Onatah
that exists behind the American facade.
I walk along the River of Lost Souls
who gather at the One-Eye Pyramid
to feast and sing in the twilight of hope
before starships invade our peaceful world
and destroy the paradise that we built
to assimilate us in their world empire.
I map the history of civilizations
that rise from villages on river shores
and transform into palaces and castles
in return replaced by churches and banks
till the last person walking through the ruins
forgets to sing the epic of our lives.
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