Wealth Of Our Universe

Wealth Of Our Universe
© Surazeus
2024 12 24

Since the wind speaks in its alien language 
about expression of thoughts with my voice 
in flight of birds where the sun ever shines, 
I understand everything she explains 
when I walk hill slope to where the fruit tree 
reveals to me how the universe works. 

Awake as luminous phantom of water, 
I float with caution above computer screens 
to weave billions of brains in web of words 
that pulse with prudent possibilities 
for rising resurrected from our hearts 
with blinking traffic through the universe. 

Uncertain town of our numberless homes 
decides to trap towering cloud of hope 
absorbing concepts through experience 
by leaving perimeter of foiled truth 
with broken strings of silent understanding 
prelude to sadness of the universe. 

To dismiss disappointments of our fate 
with failing music of the cracked guitar 
I print new tickets to the theater 
where confident spies tap into the bliss 
of windy countries silent of their rocks 
that form foundation of our universe. 

Except for earliness of hungry goals, 
provoking goodness of the angry bridge, 
solitude compels ambition to rule 
small empire of restless discoverers 
who return from hell with accounting books 
to calculate wealth of our universe. 

Rapid steps of our fearful fortitude 
lead me to sunshine of parallel worlds 
where doppelgangers of my maskless face 
animate countless robots with my soul 
to play guitar with anguish of respect 
for divine beauty of our universe. 

Adjusting to ruin of our nation-state, 
I expand camouflaged empire of faith 
to incorporate all North America 
in psychic concept of Wohalia 
where everyone is equal in the law 
based on liberty in our universe. 

Strategic steps of clandestine warfare 
maintain strict rituals of self-government 
with magic mystery of my global tour 
adjudicating freedom for the lost 
who search for their names in the tidal pool 
where drowned angels design the universe.