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Monday, July 14, 2025

Psychic Code We Use

Psychic Code We Use
© Surazeus
2025 07 14

Watching the kestrel glide above the pines, 
Sylphus whispers with awe of butterflies, 
then scans darkling woods with laser-beam eyes 
to find electric beetle of the mind 
which tells him of the psychic code we use 
to help each other explain world we see. 

Driving silver car on the crowded highway, 
Sylphus navigates the world-city maze 
to find Elysium beneath tall glass towers, 
frustrated at elusive paradise 
till the star-elf begins to realize 
there is no Promised Land that we could find. 

Climbing winding stairs in the crystal palace, 
Sylphus studies constellations that gleam 
on high arched ceiling of the mirrored hall 
to find the secretive Weaver of Dreams, 
Apollon Oneiros, in library hall, 
busy building virtual worlds of our minds. 

Cautiously approaching the Shaper Demon, 
Sylphus requests with trepidatious voice 
if he could dream about the Dancing Woman, 
Queen Ishtar, who invented all religions, 
so they could dance together on the shore, 
but he finds himself outside the locked door. 

Attempting to steady the silent glare, 
Sylphus rides the white horse of potency 
swiftly everywhere along winding rivers 
to ask the people farming fertile fields 
if they need protection from tyranny, 
which traps him in the television screen. 

Lifting dream-camera swift to his eye, 
Sylphus gazes through kaleidoscope lens 
to study the Great Egret with gold beak 
that wades in silver waters of the flood, 
then leaps on her back and embraces tight 
as she soars up into the gleaming sky. 

Unwinding atom clock of our strange world, 
Sylphus redesigns how we see its forms 
by inventing new language that describes 
complexity of everything in poems 
while he eats holy apple of the sun 
that throbs with the ceremonial drum. 

Translating song of the Raven to riddles, 
Sylphus smiles at how his dream code describes 
how rain laughs sideways to cleanse aching hearts 
that teem with thunderous claps of the mind 
though he weeps for all the good people killed 
till they appear as masks on temple walls. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus photographs Sylphus as he poses with long robe of great egret feathers in ruins of the temple on the island of vision-chanting skulls.

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