Dreamless Eye Of Light

Dreamless Eye Of Light
© Surazeus
2024 12 23

When I go to the swamp of rancid hope 
to ask the toad how to assemble time, 
I see the death mask of the poet Keats 
rise up from bubbling waters of desire 
and sing in tune with the toy nightingale 
which clicks its gears in the cage of my mouth. 

Because everything that Nature creates 
from seething passion of water and light 
accumulates and grows from swampy swirls 
beyond our means to manage wild desire, 
we embrace the blue optimistic sky 
with imperfect faith of honorable grace. 

When the wild red fox of the shadowed woods 
stops and smells sweet truth of the daffodil, 
I rouse my languid melancholy soul 
to keep on walking in the trackless woods 
because my feet create the road of hope 
which proves paradise is where I am now. 

While watching red sun of intelligence 
float slowly into chaos of the sea, 
then waiting through eternity of gloom 
to watch the sun bloom from the mountain womb, 
I realize the Earth is large spinning sphere 
that spirals around dreamless eye of light. 

My body, generated with sunlight 
by my mother from apples she consumed, 
embodies dreamless spirit of the sun 
that aches to wake in matrix of my brain 
and become conscious of itself as I Am, 
immortal atoms in this mortal form. 

If I become arrogant with respect 
because I sense immortal soul of light 
animating consciousness of my brain, 
I may construct huge idol of myself 
from gold I dig from marrow of the Earth 
and stand with feet of clay above the world. 

Since I feel genius spirit of the sun 
emanating from neurons of my brain, 
my face will mold senseless gold into mask 
that resembles contours of my mad soul, 
so when you find my Ozymandian head 
alone in the waste land, know I am you. 

Immortal spirit of the mindless sun 
glows awake in brains of eight billion souls 
who live as fragments of its single thought 
arrayed in teeming crowds of conscious beings 
incarnating first mother of the sea, 
each one signified with their special name.