Weird Sense Of Self

Weird Sense Of Self
© Surazeus
2024 06 29

The trees have been speaking to us with love 
since we emerged together from the sea 
four hundred million years before today, 
and I have heard their thoughts as I have walked 
ten thousand times around the spinning globe 
since I first heard them call me in the cave. 

Though I am part of this surrounding space, 
that weaves my body in matrix of light 
when atoms flash in coils of molecules, 
I will never lose my weird sense of self 
in ever-flowing flux of sparkling souls 
that leave traces of dreams behind in words. 

So when I see your face in swirling mist, 
that reflects beautiful light of the moon 
glowing on lotus blooms in the dark lake, 
I stand transfixed by strangeness of your being 
with ache of longing swelling from my heart 
which sprouts as wings of love I use to fly. 

Yet when I wake in predawn gloom of hope, 
alone in woods behind the city bank, 
I wonder how I got lost in vast maze 
of asphalt streets crowded with rumbling cars 
that zoom among buildings of brick and glass 
where I wander, nameless ghost of the sea. 

Sitting at the frail wood discarded desk 
outside the deserted library hall, 
I type random letters in lines of verse 
without blank pages or ribbon of ink 
on old metal typewriter that was used 
by typists at some bankrupt company. 

The mad dictator in blue business suit, 
with face of Achilles he stole from Death, 
shoots robots walking down the avenue 
while shouting at angelic-looking clouds 
how the system of justice is unfair, 
repeating his speech for ten thousand years. 

The forest trees with golden serpent eyes 
walk toward the castle over rocky hills 
where the mad king, gripping sword of despair, 
curses three witches by the misty lake 
for fooling him with riddling prophecy 
that he will rule the world with noble laws. 

Rousted awake from my torn cardboard box 
by police flashing bright lights in my eyes, 
I mumble my name is Diogenes 
when Sergeant Alexander sneers at me 
that sleeping outside is against the law, 
so I wander nowhere in hungry rain.