Fueled By Atomic Flares

Fueled By Atomic Flares
© Surazeus
2025 03 08

When I hear the sharp chirping of the bird 
I think it might be perched inside the tree, 
but when I look at cloud of limbs and leaves 
I see shadows and beams of striped sunlight, 
for my eyes cannot discern the feathered fiend 
that cheers my heart with territorial claims. 

While I am sitting in the living room 
before the television on the floor, 
I wave my plastic sword with martial pride 
and declare I want to sail my wood ship 
as eager Viking to conquer the world 
and bring strange treasures to my fjord-safe home. 

Arranging puzzle pieces on the table 
to match photo on cover of its box, 
that shows the horse grazing in the lush meadow 
beside the apple tree on the lake shore 
framed by the snowy range of jagged peaks, 
I create the world where I want to live. 

To design world map from my memory 
that accurately depicts the world that is, 
I generalize points, lines, and polygons 
to symbolize landscape of hills and lakes 
with rivers winding in meadows of flowers, 
then color each thing with their psychic tone. 

Though every map I make depicting Earth 
presents rich landscape of buildings and plants, 
the human beings who move around its space 
in quick routines of performative drama 
cannot be fixed at any point in time 
for we are flames that glow, then flicker out. 

If I could fix each flaming soul of life, 
fueled by atomic flares of beaming hope, 
their ever-changing forms of psychic being 
would momentarily freeze into masks 
that I could hang on bare museum wall 
in vast Temple of the Many-Faced God. 

This photo of my temporary face, 
posted as profile picture on my page, 
affixed by static flash of timeless growth, 
which drafts stereotype of me you prefer, 
contains assertive pulse of energy 
that flashes in every cell of my being. 

As fake persona speaking with plain words, 
I represent every human on Earth 
who wears the face their ancestors designed 
by choosing soulmate in romantic hope 
as we evolve four hundred million years 
to wingless angels searching for true love.