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Sunday, September 28, 2025

Swirls Of Shining Words

Swirls Of Shining Words
© Surazeus
2025 09 28

When swirls of shining words from my dream book 
lift my body up at death to the sky 
and bear my conscious soul to ancient stars, 
I wake from morning dream to realize 
my brain invented this vision from hope 
that my memories may survive my death. 

The boy decides to float up in the sky 
and soar on his featherless outspread arms 
over houses where people sit in chairs 
while he swoops around loose telephone wires 
because nothing matters in this short life 
except we love the person we are with. 

We often think about the way time flows 
in similar fashion of tumbling chaos 
to how water swirls between banks of dirt 
bound by long twisting roots of thirsty trees 
that shout at us with silent arrogance 
from mocking dare to eat their healthful fruit. 

Great voice of the sky echoes between hills 
with tireless focus on polishing stones 
based on solemn conviction of the fooled 
that common sense will lead to destiny 
from stale perfume of never-expressed thoughts 
gleaming with luminous faith in romance. 

At moments when we are startled alive 
with grandiose vision of society, 
that functions to reveal shadow of fear 
in glaring light of wisdom from the sun 
which watches us as lidless Eye of God, 
we will sing well-rehearsed banalities. 

Or else we might regret the lost lament 
we hide in clam shell of the laughing toad 
that cracks foundation of theology 
on which we build world empire of fake wealth 
propped up by innocence of youthful faith 
that every person is equal in life. 

Though always the same in efficacy 
through power of action to transform the truth, 
Nature asserts indifferent laws of physics 
that spark intense emotions of desire 
which motivates our actions to create 
while we investigate crimes gods commit. 

Through positive distraction of the song 
that flashes from deep hollow of my heart 
I redirect contempt to grim respect 
when I refocus logic of my brain 
to mirror mental health in mocking hymns 
while shining words lift me up to the sky. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus strolls about the peaceful streets of Portland in land of Oregon where he was born from Minerva and Mercury after Jupiter was assassinated by Mars.

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