Friday, December 30, 2022

Ghost Of Every Human Being

Ghost Of Every Human Being
© Surazeus
2022 12 30

When I go outside in the morning light 
I see the ghost of every human being 
who ever lived in history of the Earth 
float around me in amaranthine beams, 
begging me to record their names and deeds 
in songs that make people weep for their souls. 

In nameless pre-face of the former-born 
I see the ghost of every human being 
who evolved from carbon rings, fish to lizard 
to mouse to cat to ape to wingless angel, 
begging me to reincarnate their genes 
in children who spring from seed of my brain. 

When I gaze up at the clouds at noon 
I see the ghost of every human being 
who could have been born at just the right hour 
from every couple who never made love, 
begging me to generate souls for them 
so they can savor pleasures of this world. 

In nameless un-face of the never-born 
I see the ghost of every human being 
who will never exist in dream of time 
from every possible synthesis of genes, 
begging me to make masks for them to wear 
as they drench my soul in rain of their tears. 

When I stand by the sea in evening dusk 
I see the ghost of every human being 
who will be born in the tangle of fate 
when lovers encounter soul they desire, 
begging me to design new paradigm 
where they can play fertile role with free will. 

In nameless post-face of the not-yet-born 
I see the ghost of every human being 
who wants to exist bound by time and space 
lure two lusty strangers to copulate, 
begging me to compose new epic poem 
where every soul can play Queen and her Hero. 

When I gaze up at the stars at midnight 
I see the ghost of every human being 
conceived in minds of wizards who tell stories 
imitate the actions of living souls, 
begging me to build theater of dreams 
so they can live in performance of actors. 

In nameless why-face of the ever-born 
I see the ghost of every human being 
conjured as glamorous idol of hope 
from words of stories I arrange in books, 
begging me to dream them from nothingness 
for they will still live long after I die. 

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