Oblivion Of Thought

Oblivion Of Thought
© Surazeus
2022 12 27

In the rush toward oblivion of thought 
I mirror wingless angel of my soul 
during sad prayer to nothingness of time, 
then stop on bridge beyond forever now 
to wonder why fate created my mind 
from swirling atoms of the nevermore. 

Soft scream of the road recorded by wind 
wakes yellow passion from fissure of hope 
with amorous warble of the whippoorwill 
who spreads her sun-blind wings with eager ache 
to fly beyond all bounds of time and space 
while falling into sorrow of the stone. 

Yet snowy plover on white ocean beach 
stretches her wings across the silver sky 
just where the marsh grass meets the singing sand 
to teach me art of dancing with the wind 
since I aspire to understand the flash 
expanding from god eye of the White Whole. 

So when I enter blue celestial door 
which unravels vast spider web of light, 
urged by energy of the predator 
to assert dream concept of my world view, 
the vibrant woof of undulating thoughts 
preserves imagined idol of my brain. 

Cured by incessant hum of honey bees 
erecting firmament of crystal words, 
I walk the radiant process of the road 
defined by signs with names I paint with blood 
to understand strange power of the cow 
who feeds humanity with milk of love. 

Still deep inside unmoving core of change, 
bright with atomic glow of honesty, 
the divine girl with hundred billion eyes 
weaves morbid matrix of our multiverse 
from surreal dreams of every conscious being 
born on every planet that blooms with life. 

With miraculous deeds no angel fakes 
our bodies emerge from pearl demon egg 
with crackling tumble on the river shore 
to sprawl on awkward legs of graceful fear 
as prophesied by riddles on the scroll 
burned in the kitchen hearth of arrogance. 

The black cat on the round table decides 
to reinvent the universe of forms 
with gold-green eyes designed by ocean mist 
when the unreasonable sun sets mauve 
through imperfection of the broken laugh 
now reborn from oblivion of thought.