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Saturday, May 17, 2025

Almost See The Face

Almost See The Face
© Surazeus
2025 05 17

As star of my own solar system, I 
wake in the quiet house of screaming ghosts 
that beam from every brain alive on Earth 
as radiant static of world emptiness 
without sad story of the human race 
that flickers on blank television screens. 

Eight billion houses on our floating Earth 
blink eyeless windows in the rancid night 
though crackling stars burn human hearts to ash 
because we walk alone on signless roads 
together yet apart in void of time 
just close enough to almost see the Face. 

Anxiety appears in old-man form 
crouched in mute horror of the sunless room 
who follows me as shadow of my body 
which thirsts to drink fermented blood of fear 
that bleeds from pulsing sponges of my eyes 
till I push him in swamp mud of my heart. 

To build the baseline of our real-life tale 
we start with honesty and end with lies 
we carve as masks from skulls of ancient gods 
to hide our aching hearts with bold bravado 
that shields our wounded souls from vampire lust 
on which celebrities of fame must feed. 

By singing riddles of exotic hymns 
I hope to achieve what my heart desires 
when I create virtual Earth in my brain 
to mirror real world composed of atoms 
that seethe from heat to form organic souls 
who writhe with pleasure to create new life. 

With incomprehensible breath of hope, 
I crawl hand over hand to mountain peak 
where I stand on one leg of tense respect 
to reach the first star of the universe 
that still shines pulsing deep inside my brain 
since its first flash flared forth from the big bang. 

I feel how very atom of my soul 
has pulsed with energy of lust for life 
fourteen billion years of spinning time 
through various forms of chemical concepts 
transforming from ideal ghost of the I 
who evolves billions of lives to be me. 

Reframing problem of the afterlife, 
I explain that I am the incarnation 
of my parents in the flesh again now, 
designed by immortal soul of our genes 
as bodies that replicate our God Mind 
in new brains where I almost see the Face. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus almost sees the Face in the swirling mist so he reaches out his hand and finds Ophelia floating on the river as she clutches flowers.

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