Friday, December 13, 2024

Buzz Of Countless Brains

Buzz Of Countless Brains
© Surazeus
2024 12 13

Though I lie in bed with the millionth star 
who teaches me weird measurement of time, 
I stand inside the wind that never moves 
to analyze progression of thought grooves 
that wake me at the subtle ringing chime 
which indicates I might have gone too far. 

Apparent light of fate is so intense 
I hear electric buzz of countless brains 
that dream so many different views of life 
I never have to tell my faceless wife, 
for we are opposite sparkle of rains 
which fill our hollow hearts grown too immense. 

My tale extends beyond the last page turned 
for I create my fate by how I choose 
what actions to perform on stage of fear 
which brings the shining Seraphim too near 
so I investigate forbidden clues 
to find my sacred grove that love had burned. 

I feel confusion swell large as the sky 
starred bright with eyes of angels who reveal 
dire consequence of each new gambled choice 
which magically transforms space through my voice 
that charges truth in accord with the real 
so clear in time-lapse visions of my eye. 

Tenebrous truth of passion strangers share 
seals random luck as fortune time secures 
when we decide to bind our rival hearts 
as marriage partners pulling apple carts 
who vow all Death throws at us love endures 
one hundred years of solitude we fare. 

I am the mountain embraced by her moon 
because we savor calm togetherness 
in silent nights when trees pray for our souls 
which thrive ascending phases of our roles 
creating perfect art from loneliness 
to translate shadows in soft sea-wave tune. 

When wheel of time falls through concentric air 
we weave our bodies into water sprites 
who wake as children signified by names 
determined by how they play social games 
congealed from chaos in religious rites 
performed by players at the country fair. 

Her eyes are golden pools of psychic worth 
that keep me tethered by chord of her heart 
vibrating cosmic melodies of faith 
so we become concepts of the Word Wraith 
mapped by tales of our children on star chart 
which guides their quest around our spinning Earth. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Ophelia dwell together in their secret garden of paradise somewhere on a river by the mountains that know the names of their ancestors and their descendants for ten million years.

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