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Wednesday, October 8, 2025

More Perfect Than Truth

More Perfect Than Truth
© Surazeus
2025 10 08

Though tower of hope crumbles in the sea 
when tides of change corrupt integrity, 
I redesign illusion of the world 
based on material facts of measured words 
as project to protect the pulsing brain 
that dreams inside the center of the Earth. 

While standing on the highest mountain peak 
I feel bright spirit of our spinning Earth 
radiate from pulsing sphere of energy 
as psychic concept of the human soul 
which weaves my body in matrix of mind 
who wakes and names itself God of the world. 

Encased in peach that blossoms from thick branch, 
bright spirit of the Earth calls out my name 
with eerie voice of cosmic jubilance 
which tricks my heart to long for global fame 
through wingless flight of impossible fate 
miscalculated by turbulent stars. 

Through raw aggression of bold artistry 
I analyze childhood trauma with jokes 
which fetishize the wordless pain of pride 
that fuels innovative road to success 
before the world explodes with honesty 
because I waste my life on prophecy. 

Since I am center of the universe 
I beam pure emanation of god soul 
wide outward shadow-flashed in ecstasy 
on waves of passion more perfect than truth 
decidedly obscure as elegies 
we choose to sing as we sink blind in death. 

Not wretched as stark expiration hour 
are wealthy thieves who crucify the clown 
for daring to suggest they fund healthcare 
which proves light bends in rainbow travesties 
when piercing water of the ocean heart 
despite sweet effervescence of our bones. 

Yet if I leap in fields of wind-blown wheat 
with eagerness of ghosts trapped in blank books 
before the full moon cracks and bleeds our eyes, 
the charming singer might perceive my soul 
as more than fountain bubbling in the woods 
when she decides to hold my trembling hand. 

When I see dragons fluffing in the air 
and hear the mermaid singing in my home 
then I will dance on mountain of despair 
to prove the world is one in charity 
before pure snow shrouds paradise in fear 
as doom which I encode in prophecy. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus bears the mermaid Ophelia in gentle arms from the River Styx and lays her gently among flowers of Elysian Fields to learn from her the secret of eternal life.

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