Apple Of Her Heart

Apple Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2023 12 26

When Snow White wakes in forest of my hope 
and offers me sweet apple of her heart, 
I focus attention of my desire 
on generating life before we die 
through natural blossoming of eager love 
when children sprout from vision of our words. 

I feel essential passion of my mind 
vibrate in harmony with waves of light 
that beam from dreamless core of the huge sun 
to weave my body with the Supersoul 
that ripples pool of psychic energy 
in spiral matrix of our spinning Earth. 

So I am tiny speck of conscious life 
that glows as fragile flame of aching hope 
in vast abyss of blank eternity, 
though for one brief epiphany of pride 
I fancy I am separate from it all 
as independent soul of self-made strength. 

Through self-reliant urge to transcend death 
I push against harsh elements of Nature 
with rogue attention of spontaneous will 
to assert autonomous state of faith 
that I can devise bold program of fate 
through which I forge new destiny of luck. 

Beyond blind whims of random providence, 
when I employ strict vagaries of faith, 
I engineer key plight against demise 
through capricious wiles of preordained rules 
within core machinations fate reveals 
based on vicissitude of my free will. 

I know I am part of one multiverse 
that weaves unrealized possibilities 
in this real world of chemical content 
which here exists in bounds of time and space, 
yet I assert free will of random choice 
to swerve from programmed path of obvious acts. 

Too tangled in vast web of lassitude, 
defined by choices other creatures make, 
I writhe in vain against taut cosmic fate, 
yet still I seek to choose how I will live 
in loose context of our global hive mind 
so I can create rather than destroy. 

When Snow White gives me apple of her heart, 
I choose to eat forbidden fruit of love 
from Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil 
because deceptive serpent of desire 
convinces her that we will become wise 
as gods whose bones we find inside our souls.