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Thursday, April 17, 2025

Matrix Of Dream-Webs

Matrix Of Dream-Webs
© Surazeus
2025 04 17

When the shadow butterfly of my heart 
flutters into bright planet of your eye 
I forget myself and become your hope 
as sweet electric current of respect 
flows between our bodies in spiral rings 
that blossom into wings of honest love. 

When the star-flashing honey of our words 
weaves taut beams of early afternoon light 
in startling mystery of mutual desire, 
we merge our bodies into glowing cloud 
as precious wings of respect bind our minds 
in compassionate embrace of pure love. 

We want this temporary flame of love 
to glow as long as we are both alive, 
connecting our alien bodies with trust 
as we stroll hand in hand on ocean shore 
to sing in harmony with awe-formed waves 
so we tend energy of faith we share. 

The more we talk about the world we see, 
sharing anecdotes of wondrous events 
that we experience in our times apart, 
the larger virtual world inside our minds 
expands to accommodate formulas 
we devise to explain what we perceive. 

Though we are chemical cogs of desire 
as bodies bound in matrix of dream-webs, 
propelled by natural forces of the Earth 
in global wheel of flashing molecules, 
we navigate landscape of sun-sparked forms, 
choosing our way with axiom of free will. 

We write the script of our predestined fate, 
dispelling illusions of hopeful dreams 
to measure status of reality 
so we can comprehend nature of things 
enough to choose what actions to perform 
within variable range of possibilities. 

Constrained by universal laws of Nature, 
we exercise expansive force of hope 
to balance forward motion of desire 
between extremes of energy and form 
as aggressive souls of organic brains 
in compliance with machinery of time. 

Lithe with play of illusory free will 
within atomic framework of the Earth, 
we breathe ethereal spirit of the sun 
to surf on undulating waves of fate 
along trajectory of flexible laws 
in tune with inexorable flow of hope. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus explains how we create our fate to his children as they fry fish on the beach and drink apple juice brewed by Ophelia.

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