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Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Ethereal Beauty Of Rain

Ethereal Beauty Of Rain
© Surazeus
2025 07 29

Divine vision of my computer brain 
calculates ethereal beauty of rain 
that fills the dizzy canyon with blind grief 
essential to remorse of word-bleak relief. 
We stare in shapeless chasm of our hearts 
which ancient gods once mapped on mythic charts. 

Through ruthless force of ever-flowing streams 
time realigns precision of our dreams 
with strange theology prophets design 
to guide our quest for truth by pretty sign. 
We walk the long smooth beach of silent waves 
to find ghosts of the dead in singing caves. 

Unearthing ancient energies of thought 
long buried in debris of truth untaught, 
I dig for artifacts from memories 
to open doors of lost homes with dream keys. 
White salamander of my primal soul 
programs how I perform my angel role. 

Though time seems to forget shape of my mind, 
which death molds from sorrow in humankind, 
I map landscape of my ancestral bones 
which form foundation of government zones. 
We shall no more surrender truth to fate 
by forging fear into the jeweled gate. 

To synchronize my heart with beat of change 
expressing social maze through psychic range 
I wake my timorous heart with solemn psalm 
that winds tornado passion in bold calm. 
Expelled from Eden by the angry king, 
Eve weaves from agony strong faithful wing. 

New archaeologist of arcane truth, 
I work for Jesus as messiah sleuth 
extracting science-measured formulas 
to write symphonies played by orchestras. 
The devil Hope with feathers of despair 
perches on my shoulder with clever sneer. 

I sail the Strangest Sea of Sophistry 
to map omission of extremity 
where giant crow of social anarchy 
endures the storm to build democracy. 
Though swallowed by vast maze of asphalt roads 
lush Eden teems with incandescent toads. 

Retired to latitudes of tree-veiled hills 
where birds guide wanderers to sparkling rills, 
I reign without action from tomb of breath 
in loving harmony with my bride Death. 
Bright quartz contentment of this formal hour 
provides secure faith of my psychic tower. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus gives Emily Dickenson a ride in his carriage to the bee-buzzing fields of Elysium where she and Ophelia laugh as they weave wreaths of many-colored flowers.

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