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Thursday, October 9, 2025

Rainbow Void Of Honesty

Rainbow Void Of Honesty
© Surazeus
2025 10 09

Since I could never abandon the world 
the morning sun recreates my blank soul 
from gleams of silence on frail leaves of trees 
who whisper beauty through our fantasy 
that Cosmic Soul of God creates our minds 
from tangled threads of childhood memories. 

Because the stringent silence of the world 
cradles my body in glowing rock of light, 
as if my heart were spinning iron core, 
my soul swells huge inside my fragile skull 
till I envelop universe of stars 
that pulse at loving caress of the wind. 

My heart swells huge with emptiness of being 
which I mold from soft prayers of bold intent 
through Word of Truth unbound by holiness 
that helps me calm my vibrant energy 
with hallowed breath of throbbing river clay 
containing star-soul of my naked brain. 

Immortal soul of genes that weaves my brain 
from weird ancestral memories of hope 
contorts aggressive loop of happiness 
to flash with fierce ecstatic state of mind 
that writhes with anguish of conceptual love 
we share through blind covalent force of truth. 

Entwined with strings of stellar energy 
combining dust of Earth in strangled wires, 
my special genome forms persona mask 
I wear when I perform my graceful role 
as psychic demon stuck in human form 
because my brain generates my weird soul. 

Reborn as helix spirit from starlight 
as pure relentless waves of molecules, 
I explore ancient forest of fruit trees 
through endless labyrinth of faceless ghosts 
till I find glowing red in geode skull 
immortal soul of genes that makes me Me. 

Crowned with cultural contrast of respect 
based on strange counterfeit of holy words, 
I climb high mountain of stoic concern 
to sing with Pentecostal flames of truth 
commercial hymns composed by hungry brains 
that spring from rainbow void of honesty. 

Half-shadowed face of God appears on cloud 
that masks mortal soul of my dreaming brain, 
yet I gaze chuffed at mirror pool of time 
to see how I transform from year to year 
through stages of the brave iconic ghost 
who wakes each morning in my sponge-soft brain. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus explains that souls generated by brains are temporary emanations of consciousness that vanish when the chemical body ceases to function, though no one wants to accept this inconvenient truth.

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