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Thursday, June 12, 2025

Book That Reads My Mind

Book That Reads My Mind
© Surazeus
2025 06 12

The ancient book of dreams that reads my mind 
asserts bold questions of ideal design 
erased by answers of the mindless sun 
that inflames my brain with experienced words 
which guide my way on weird fluorescent road 
so I find my smile on the river stone. 

The bland serpent, who thinks she bought my soul, 
cares not if I assert authority 
when I deploy conceptual spies of faith 
to win the hearts and minds of restless souls 
who till stony fields of desolate pride 
to raise lonely companion of the night. 

The secret joy of freedom borne from pain 
keeps my lithe heart trapped with entangled hope 
each hour hard ice thaws into sparkling tears 
so flowers bloom from corpse of nameless god 
whose face appears in shimmer of the moon 
which overwhelms my senses with weird awe. 

The universe unwinds ideas of forms 
with fast-approaching future of time wheels 
when I untangle sentences from code 
programming how my brain perceives your soul 
through rolling thunder of ghostly review 
so I can see with courage your true soul. 

The seal that binds abyss of happiness 
contrasts with brilliant reign of the bright moon 
who maps deep valleys on skin of my arm 
so I rejoice in dread splendor of sunset 
that blazes comprehension of ripe fruit 
with tremendous roar of the mindless sun. 

The wheels of Phoebus measure road of time 
stained dark with shadows of the haughty clouds 
which hide gleam of stars burned out long ago 
though we look straight at mute efficiency 
as we recover from shock of world war 
to build global empire on ruins of faith. 

Harsh storm that rattles loud as wagon wheels, 
that Phoebus leads on ever-changing road, 
conspires to blaze my heart with sacred truth 
so I approach gate of Heaven with key  
of firm determination to restore 
fragrant clarity of famed Alpine trees. 

The boat I sail across the storm-wracked sea 
pierces misty veil of diversion spells 
to find lush valley of the singing skull 
where trees resound with voices of the damned 
determined to fulfill ethereal dreams 
preserved in ancient book that reads my mind. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Phoebus drink red wine on porch of the Parthenon, and discuss rare books they find to stock the World Library of Zarathia.

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