Molecular Matrix Of Mind

Molecular Matrix Of Mind
© Surazeus
2025 11 14

Because there is no Heaven and no Hell 
where disembodied souls with conscious glow 
float blindly in slow-swirling cloud of dust, 
I sing my dream while I am still alive 
for my voice will never become the wind 
that howls with passion in the rain-swept sky. 

While I am still more tangible and real 
that shadow of my body on the grass 
or smudge of smoke dissolving in the air, 
I reach my hand with curious intent 
to treasure essence of material beings 
that glow beneath my nonexistent wings. 

My psychic spirit is invisible, 
which animates with flash of chemicals 
organic cluster in my frame of flesh, 
yet I am programmed by ancestral fear 
to hope my conscious sense of unique self 
outlives this body for eternity. 

Wrapped in molecular matrix of mind, 
my body-soul asserts conceptual right 
to exist in current genetic form 
through evolution fish to singing god 
by expressive force of passionate voice 
declaring logical reason to play. 

Though Pythagoras declared with firm hope 
that conscious souls persist after our death 
as beams of light that radiate down from stars, 
which billions of people on Earth believe 
with fierce hope life is not so temporary, 
I know my soul will vanish when I die. 

Crossing stream of water on cautious legs, 
I measure ceaseless flow of molecules 
that spiral from rain to the swirling sea 
with energy acquired from the first flash 
which hurls galaxies of star-nurtured worlds 
from which our conscious bodies sprout to sing. 

Because this brief glow of bright consciousness 
springs from electric currents of desire 
and will soon vanish into nothingness, 
I sing in harmony with global choir 
of human voices expressing our dreams 
to help each generate new life. 

We create Heaven or Hell on this Earth 
through organized system of tribal gangs 
when we incorporate conflicting goals 
as one global food-production machine 
governed by United Nations of Earth 
to fund liberty and justice for all.