Through My Stoic Heart
© Surazeus
2018 10 15
The river crashes through my stoic heart
to throw broken stones at reflective sky
which shatters illusions of ancient faith
to free my spirit from the resurrection.
Each stolid face that crushed my naked soul
for committing quaint acts of selfishness,
once fierce as divine thunderstorms of wrath,
twists into vain grimace of righteous clowns.
How they attacked me for imagined sin
to prove their goodness was superior
to my wicked playfulness of free thought
when they go to Heaven and I will not.
I disdain that Heaven where they will dwell,
so from weird waste land of clandestine hell
I will organize my own paradise
where we will sing till Death devours us all.
The ocean cycles through my stoic heart
to quick evolve accelerated forms
with every stage my fetus grows to me,
four million years in nine months of rebirth.
How waves of light vibrate through empty space
intones strange harmony of singing rings
when carbon atoms weave lush tapestry
to clothe my skeleton in hungry flesh.
Would I be able to observe my soul
beaming cathode rays in vacuum of hope
till quaking particles are scattered wild
in sparkling flashes of electric eyes?
Though someone tries to see the aching truth
concealed by beams of ultraviolet love,
electric charges of my heart spray wide
through drops of water in my flowing mind.
The waterfall swirls through my stoic heart
to capture energy of errant rays
which fragment into rainbows of desire
expanding density of neural nets.
Who dreams the tick-tock of the universe
though atoms spiral relative to weight
increased by large bodies of thick mass
if time expresses motion beyond matter?
What Cartesian frame of absolute time
grids artificial web of twanging souls
by which we measure variable commotions
from undulating stream of breathless words?
Spiraling coils of sparkles spring taut pulse
when buzzing radiation spins in bubbles
composed of three strings forming the proton
which strikes far outward in positive charge.
Quick quanta query through my stoic heart
to ponder nature of our consciousness
generated by neurons pulsing light
to form model of the world I perceive.
The preacher declares God is everywhere
but I feel nothing more than flashing atoms
so I reach out my hand to touch the stars
and dream their rays beaming into my brain.
© Surazeus
2018 10 15
The river crashes through my stoic heart
to throw broken stones at reflective sky
which shatters illusions of ancient faith
to free my spirit from the resurrection.
Each stolid face that crushed my naked soul
for committing quaint acts of selfishness,
once fierce as divine thunderstorms of wrath,
twists into vain grimace of righteous clowns.
How they attacked me for imagined sin
to prove their goodness was superior
to my wicked playfulness of free thought
when they go to Heaven and I will not.
I disdain that Heaven where they will dwell,
so from weird waste land of clandestine hell
I will organize my own paradise
where we will sing till Death devours us all.
The ocean cycles through my stoic heart
to quick evolve accelerated forms
with every stage my fetus grows to me,
four million years in nine months of rebirth.
How waves of light vibrate through empty space
intones strange harmony of singing rings
when carbon atoms weave lush tapestry
to clothe my skeleton in hungry flesh.
Would I be able to observe my soul
beaming cathode rays in vacuum of hope
till quaking particles are scattered wild
in sparkling flashes of electric eyes?
Though someone tries to see the aching truth
concealed by beams of ultraviolet love,
electric charges of my heart spray wide
through drops of water in my flowing mind.
The waterfall swirls through my stoic heart
to capture energy of errant rays
which fragment into rainbows of desire
expanding density of neural nets.
Who dreams the tick-tock of the universe
though atoms spiral relative to weight
increased by large bodies of thick mass
if time expresses motion beyond matter?
What Cartesian frame of absolute time
grids artificial web of twanging souls
by which we measure variable commotions
from undulating stream of breathless words?
Spiraling coils of sparkles spring taut pulse
when buzzing radiation spins in bubbles
composed of three strings forming the proton
which strikes far outward in positive charge.
Quick quanta query through my stoic heart
to ponder nature of our consciousness
generated by neurons pulsing light
to form model of the world I perceive.
The preacher declares God is everywhere
but I feel nothing more than flashing atoms
so I reach out my hand to touch the stars
and dream their rays beaming into my brain.
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