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Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Geometry Of Electric Thought

Geometry Of Electric Thought
© Surazeus
2025 05 07

Through geometry of electric thought 
when I encounter shadow of my soul, 
trapped deep in architecture of weird truth, 
I exercise fate-intense discipline 
with insufficient punishment of faith 
to steer formalities of rancid hope. 

Unbidden rightness of the graceful curve, 
which tempers space with convex eye of time, 
refines light-burnished word of ratioed signs 
to bind our souls in matrix of World Mind 
which dreams weird symmetry of lonely hearts 
veiled by attention of the Beauty Gaze. 

To share sweet sacrament of holy light, 
encased in apple nurtured by despair, 
we chant new solemn vow that implements 
expressive play of interactive games 
by giving what our hands create from fear 
which noble angels reap with human bones. 

Through witness of the spirit we all share 
by world-enhancing songs of ocean waves 
we highlight anguish to escape our fears 
by walking somewhere else on signless roads 
to transform waste land of the bitter heart 
to flower-blustered paradise of faith. 

Despite the frantic flash in speed of light, 
which strings vast galaxies of pulsing worlds 
in coils of genes that spiral through our brains, 
we feel unconscious God Soul of the sun 
radiate from clumsy hunger of our bodies 
as we embrace with passion in the garden. 

For joys and sorrows of dramatic lives, 
which my ancestors lived before my birth, 
programs how I perform my fateless role 
defined by choices from strange memories 
that beam as guiding light on road of life, 
so I eat fruit and generate new life. 

Electric void of passion in my heart 
expands alacrity of honest hope 
so I may document travails of lust 
which I detect with measured sketch of truth 
through narrative lens designed by old faith 
to frame my quest as epic in intent. 

Based firm on selfless sacrifice of beauty, 
I gorge on fragments of lost history 
with latent neediness of angry lust 
till I evolve from state of privilege 
to hard-earned grace of comic nonchalance 
through geometry of electric thought. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Ophelia practice yoga every morning on the porch of their home by the lake in the Alps while the world burns in World War Three.

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