Absence Of Souls We Love

Absence Of Souls We Love
© Surazeus
2025 11 23

My international thoughts trigger trees 
to scream about morality of hope 
which humans dig from caverns of desire 
then forge computers programmed with dream code 
that help our species evolve from star slime 
so we can dance with joy in grim twilight. 

Based on electric innocence of eggs 
we leap from cliff of arrogant dismay 
to float high above bottomless abyss 
where spirits of the dead lurk in our hearts 
with thirst of vampires for eternal life 
though we hide our fears in cute fairy tales. 

Each moment of awareness our brains beam 
we stand on sharp edge of eternity, 
unbalanced by lithe vertigo of faith, 
yet we assert emboldened steps of trust 
to manage how time still unwinds our hearts 
because ghosts are absence of souls we love. 

So I dip cautious foot of curious fear 
in gushing stream of time that swirls with light 
to feel how currents of communal change 
affect society through choice I make 
to take the signless road less traveled by 
when I set out colonize the world. 

While sitting at wood desk in upper room 
of my apartment on Dream Avenue, 
I listen to sharp sounds of busyness 
in car engines and childish shouts of play 
which I translate to story of the soul 
while typing letters on blank page of time. 

High literary attributes of fate 
describe conceptual actions people take 
through each encounter of the seventh kind 
in face to face transactions in dream states 
which fuels commercial life of world empires 
when agents organize corporate exchange. 

I watch ten million sons of Icarus 
fly swift around in Heaven above Earth 
to broker contracts between businesses 
who buy and sell our manufactured goods 
in games that define castle comedies 
directed by King Lear who lost his crown. 

Yet in the end all I can think about 
is how much I adore my loyal spouse 
who walks our way of life with me each day 
on countless roads already blazed and named 
by hungry humans for ten thousand years 
which all lead back to the garden of ghosts.