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Sunday, March 16, 2025

Until The Hour I Return

Until The Hour I Return
© Surazeus
2025 03 16

Until the hour I return from the Earth, 
breaking free from the egg of humanhood, 
my heart wears godless mask of singing stone 
with dramatic stubbornness of the tree 
that curls roots into body of my soul 
so I can give each soul their secret name. 

Until the hour I return from the sky, 
swirling wild from glow cloud of consciousness, 
my brain flashes clear ancient memories 
that my ancestors live life after life 
as we evolve from fish to mortal gods, 
too sure of our superiority. 

Until the hour I return from the stars, 
beaming atoms into chemical coils, 
my womb generates bold organic beings 
who sing words to each other in fruit trees 
as we transform cats to monkeys to humans 
swarming around the Earth eight million years. 

Until the hour I return from the sun, 
animating robotic frames of flesh 
with psychic energy of storm-fierce gods, 
my legs will perambulate spinning globe 
in curious exploration of our dreams 
which I record in periplus of faith. 

Until the hour I return from the sea, 
sailing straight toward the Isle of Avalon, 
my eyes perceive objective forms of matter 
to measure subjective ideas of patterns 
which I encode in language of wind song 
to sing grand epic of humanity. 

Until the hour I return from the hills, 
striving to achieve the highest existence, 
my breast inhales ethereal breath of light 
to join global choir of eight billion voices 
that echo in dark forest of our dreams 
as we transform Wasteland to Wonderland. 

Until the hour I return from the vales, 
hiking mountain range sea to shining sea, 
my body delights in forbidden pleasures 
which alternates through extreme joy and pain 
as we eat fruit and make love by the pool 
that reflects our faces in yet-born children. 

Until the hour I return from the grave, 
rising on Phoenix wings from flaming seed, 
my soul records ever-renewing quest 
pursued by immortal soul of my genes 
to map complete history of human life 
on time-animated atlas of Earth. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Cesar Vallejo drink wine at the Cafe de Flore and write poetry about their quest for eternal truth beyond political turmoil of the day.

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