Burning Bush Of Being

Burning Bush Of Being
© Surazeus
2023 03 21

Shocked by truth at the burning bush of being, 
I plot with Lucifer to steal the wing 
that Icarus lost when falling in the sea 
so I can forge the soul-recharging key 
which helps me summon light from distant stars 
to power engines of time-machine cars. 

Amused before the burning bush of being, 
I strum guitar on street corners and sing 
about horrible beauty of this life 
that motivates my quest to find a wife 
who can manage my clandestine estate 
in virtual model which calculates fate. 

Stunned by hate at the burning bush of being, 
I beam my spirit in the magic ring 
to forge psychotic horcrux from my brain 
that tunes my mind in sync with cosmic skein 
so I feel vibrant energy of time 
reverberate from Hell as charming chime. 

Amazed beyond the burning bush of being, 
I swipe electric scepter from the king 
who cries in anguish of the fallen fool 
while staring at his blank face in the pool 
with desperate hope to prove that he is right 
about eccentric meaning of the kite. 

Dazed by fear at the burning bush of being, 
I film conceptual wisdom of the zing 
to find out why organic creatures die 
at dissolution through the divine eye 
yet replicate their bodies with coiled genes 
because we are soul-projecting machines. 

Surprised about the burning bush of being, 
I dream writhing runes in secret wellspring 
from which our spirits, trapped in frames of flesh, 
flow swift in channel of the psychic mesh 
which undulates in rhythm with the moon 
while we kiss on sand of the veiled lagoon. 

Awed by joy at the burning bush of being, 
I write guidebook for my yet-born offspring 
who gather on lakeshore by cave of dreams 
to share life wisdom in narrative memes 
that praise the hero who observes and thinks 
about mysterious beauty of the Sphinx. 

Unnerved inside the burning bush of being, 
I wake soul of Sophis with the bell ting 
because she teaches me the arcane art 
of mapping the cosmos with the star chart 
so I can hear voice of God in the flames 
translate my dreams into cultural games.