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Sunday, November 30, 2025

Angelic Wings Of Thought

Angelic Wings Of Thought
© Surazeus
2025 11 30

Since I found eternity in white stone 
that radiates visions of human desire 
I keep on walking endless road of life 
to mimic how wind sings in fruitful trees 
till I become horizon of your heart 
that blooms with eerie lightness of the self. 

Since I woke in cold barren hall of stone 
ten million years after my soul was born 
I draw my body from soil of the land 
which replicates conceptual forms of life 
so I translate weird song of ocean waves 
to math formulas that calculate love. 

Since I concealed my soul in hall of masks 
to weave vibrating threads of psychic spells 
with pregnant atoms sparkling in my blood 
I dream creation of the multiverse 
that blooms from every conscious dreaming brain 
to aggregate our worlds in one whole globe. 

Since I arranged books on library shelves 
to imitate angelic wings of thought 
I weave mask of every ghost in the world 
so I experience life of every brain 
that ever dreams in all the universe 
till I expand scope of perceptive creed. 

Since I sensed strangeness of familiar light 
luminate faces of saints in the church 
I sing new hymns of our fantasy land 
that exists only in minds of the lost 
who stand on street corners and sing sad psalms 
though angels in suits never give them cash. 

Since was born from womb of the oak witch 
who sells vegetables at the grocery store 
I see my mother with eyes of the god 
who teaches our bodies how to evolve 
so we know only the world we can touch 
that has no meaning but what we create. 

Since I constructed cathedral of light 
from wings of angels fallen from the clouds 
I transform into horse with human face 
to catch bombs devils drop on castle towers 
then play guitar outside the city gate 
where farmers sell illusions of the heart. 

Since I designed this virtual world of forms 
based on Ideas in Heaven I forged, 
I fly with breathless laughter over Hell 
with reverence for spirit of nature in God 
who gazes at my face from mirror moon 
so I find only myself in the sky. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus quickly scribbles verses and notes of the song that vibrates in his head with electric storm of anxiety till he converts fear into the most beautiful hymn in all human history.

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