Memes Of Concepts
© Surazeus
2019 02 01
I might find meaning in material objects
to channel intense emotions of hope
and thus construct elaborate tapestry
as puzzle that reveals proverbial truths
if I were less rational in straight approach
to translate gossamer dreams into fact.
Shoveling dirt into mounds of pungent hope,
assembling bricks in walls of solid faith,
and fixing doors of trust to regulate
influence of searchers with gifts they made,
controls material process of design
to stage theater where we can play our dreams.
I build dream world that shimmers in my brain
based on real world my eyes and hands perceive,
then I rebuild real world with crafting hands
based on dreams I envision in my brain
to transform natural world to paradise
by arranging plants in new cosmic garden.
Thin gold moon shimmers in blank starless sky
to pierce my heart with anguish of desire
for person I love with passionate hope
that they will choose to spend their life with me,
so we may sing and kiss in pouring rain,
then share heart-aching pleasure of sweet love.
Yet when they ghost me in clear morning dawn,
so I stand alone in wet grass of sorrow,
I feel myself disappear in warm rays
as idol of their apparition glows
half-seen before my desperate eyes of hope,
till their essence molds me solid again.
Each soft word I speak with breath of my heart
contains memory for idea of one thing,
meme of single concept my mind designs,
so when I assemble words in strict verse
they weave memes into vision of my world,
which conjures virtual world that mirrors truth.
Ten million years from era of my life,
when all our songs are woven in one song,
who will read these verses of flashing words
and see again this universe I dream
conjured into vision by riddling spells
so I wake in their consciousness of self?
Though genes that generate body of flesh
dissipate when my species goes extinct
these memes of concepts woven in word spells
will program brains of new species to dream
lost memories of how we experience the world
so they elevate divine consciousness.
I want to dream these visions of your eyes
woven from memes of concepts into songs
so I see complex matrix of our world
envisioned through weird spectrum of your mind
which expands bright consciousness of my brain
so I become divine craftsman as God.
© Surazeus
2019 02 01
I might find meaning in material objects
to channel intense emotions of hope
and thus construct elaborate tapestry
as puzzle that reveals proverbial truths
if I were less rational in straight approach
to translate gossamer dreams into fact.
Shoveling dirt into mounds of pungent hope,
assembling bricks in walls of solid faith,
and fixing doors of trust to regulate
influence of searchers with gifts they made,
controls material process of design
to stage theater where we can play our dreams.
I build dream world that shimmers in my brain
based on real world my eyes and hands perceive,
then I rebuild real world with crafting hands
based on dreams I envision in my brain
to transform natural world to paradise
by arranging plants in new cosmic garden.
Thin gold moon shimmers in blank starless sky
to pierce my heart with anguish of desire
for person I love with passionate hope
that they will choose to spend their life with me,
so we may sing and kiss in pouring rain,
then share heart-aching pleasure of sweet love.
Yet when they ghost me in clear morning dawn,
so I stand alone in wet grass of sorrow,
I feel myself disappear in warm rays
as idol of their apparition glows
half-seen before my desperate eyes of hope,
till their essence molds me solid again.
Each soft word I speak with breath of my heart
contains memory for idea of one thing,
meme of single concept my mind designs,
so when I assemble words in strict verse
they weave memes into vision of my world,
which conjures virtual world that mirrors truth.
Ten million years from era of my life,
when all our songs are woven in one song,
who will read these verses of flashing words
and see again this universe I dream
conjured into vision by riddling spells
so I wake in their consciousness of self?
Though genes that generate body of flesh
dissipate when my species goes extinct
these memes of concepts woven in word spells
will program brains of new species to dream
lost memories of how we experience the world
so they elevate divine consciousness.
I want to dream these visions of your eyes
woven from memes of concepts into songs
so I see complex matrix of our world
envisioned through weird spectrum of your mind
which expands bright consciousness of my brain
so I become divine craftsman as God.
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