City Of Dreadful Light
© Surazeus
2019 02 16
Our world rolls sparkling in vast spectral void,
assembling our bodies from urgent hope,
swirling us in waves of arrogant pride,
then grinding us back down to silent dust.
I wander in city of dreadful light
past crowds of people wearing masks of glass
that shimmer with visions from world wide web
connecting all our brains in global mind.
With billions of people in cars of glass
I flow on in ceaseless river of time
as Earth rolls on forever like mill stone
indifferent to the passions of our lust.
We rise from sloshing waves of restless sea
like Aphrodite reaching for fresh fruit
to scatter seeds of dreams in spells of verse
which generates our conscious universe.
We walk together on indifferent road
to savor world with no purpose or will
that shimmers in strange beauty of pure light
illuminating hills and lakes with lust.
At center of the city of despair
where thousands of hungry people stand mute
I approach burning bush of divine light
that talks to me about the cosmic soul.
This Earth is fragile diamond of wired souls
whose eyes exchange flashes of lightning threads
that weave our brains in spider web of songs
vibrating sonic words from magnet minds.
I leap through multidimensions of truth
to chase rainbow angel of divine wrath
who shows me how to calculate contempt
and fix the piston engine of my brain.
Escaping blank city of dreadful light,
I sit in lush meadow of singing birds
and laugh when people worship zombie god
who rises from death and devours their souls.
What weird moments of inventive insight
shimmer in folk memory of our lost songs
that hide in riddles origins of memes
which code details about technology.
When Helius invented the turning wheel,
to mirror spinning of our mindless world,
he lifted mankind from surface of Earth
so we ride time-machine wagon of hope.
These fragments of our common memories
we assemble puzzle of whole world view
to value gods as humans who revealed
strange secrets of technology through love.
Our world rolls round forever like mill stone
that swirls in spirals around blazing sun
with no purpose or conscious will of life
till Earth wakes up in dreaming human minds.
This world whirls not to suit our petty whims,
indifferent to our social games for power,
so we gather in church to sing weird hymns
about the child who gives Death the fresh flower.
Sweet Mother Earth generates conscious minds
so we are the vast universe of stars
becoming aware of itself alive
when we sit on the river shore and kiss.
The ever-turning world may grind us down
but we keep springing back to joyful life
when lovers raise the children of their souls,
teaching them to create and not destroy.
We explore our city of dreadful light
to celebrate seasons of turning time
when indifferent Earth gives our bodies life
then consumes our conscious minds in pure light.
© Surazeus
2019 02 16
Our world rolls sparkling in vast spectral void,
assembling our bodies from urgent hope,
swirling us in waves of arrogant pride,
then grinding us back down to silent dust.
I wander in city of dreadful light
past crowds of people wearing masks of glass
that shimmer with visions from world wide web
connecting all our brains in global mind.
With billions of people in cars of glass
I flow on in ceaseless river of time
as Earth rolls on forever like mill stone
indifferent to the passions of our lust.
We rise from sloshing waves of restless sea
like Aphrodite reaching for fresh fruit
to scatter seeds of dreams in spells of verse
which generates our conscious universe.
We walk together on indifferent road
to savor world with no purpose or will
that shimmers in strange beauty of pure light
illuminating hills and lakes with lust.
At center of the city of despair
where thousands of hungry people stand mute
I approach burning bush of divine light
that talks to me about the cosmic soul.
This Earth is fragile diamond of wired souls
whose eyes exchange flashes of lightning threads
that weave our brains in spider web of songs
vibrating sonic words from magnet minds.
I leap through multidimensions of truth
to chase rainbow angel of divine wrath
who shows me how to calculate contempt
and fix the piston engine of my brain.
Escaping blank city of dreadful light,
I sit in lush meadow of singing birds
and laugh when people worship zombie god
who rises from death and devours their souls.
What weird moments of inventive insight
shimmer in folk memory of our lost songs
that hide in riddles origins of memes
which code details about technology.
When Helius invented the turning wheel,
to mirror spinning of our mindless world,
he lifted mankind from surface of Earth
so we ride time-machine wagon of hope.
These fragments of our common memories
we assemble puzzle of whole world view
to value gods as humans who revealed
strange secrets of technology through love.
Our world rolls round forever like mill stone
that swirls in spirals around blazing sun
with no purpose or conscious will of life
till Earth wakes up in dreaming human minds.
This world whirls not to suit our petty whims,
indifferent to our social games for power,
so we gather in church to sing weird hymns
about the child who gives Death the fresh flower.
Sweet Mother Earth generates conscious minds
so we are the vast universe of stars
becoming aware of itself alive
when we sit on the river shore and kiss.
The ever-turning world may grind us down
but we keep springing back to joyful life
when lovers raise the children of their souls,
teaching them to create and not destroy.
We explore our city of dreadful light
to celebrate seasons of turning time
when indifferent Earth gives our bodies life
then consumes our conscious minds in pure light.
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