Thinking I Am God

Thinking I Am God
© Surazeus
2025 11 13

Inside black diamond apple of my heart, 
suffused with ultraviolent rays of faith, 
immortal soul of genes sparks consciousness 
which emanates divine sense of True Self 
to shimmer with celestial energy 
thinking I am God till I deliquesce. 

After I assemble machine of thought 
to build instrument of conceptual truth 
from humming alphabet of bright ideas, 
I breathe ethereal energy of love 
to charge up psychic battery of my brain 
with visions of this world as paradise. 

I share no secrets with the constant moon 
who wanes and waxes through cycle of light 
in pastel harmony with charming flutes 
that shimmer with translucent energy 
through lavish opulence of lavender 
that fills my emptiness with divine truth. 

Delicate with soft laughter of respect 
that flutters swifter than hummingbird wings, 
my heart transcends sharp bitterness of fear 
to seek sweet flower of the apple tree 
that washes its limbs with the evening sky 
through slow accumulation of weird facts. 

No matter what I gain from loss in pain 
by living every day before I die 
with nonchalant reverence of joyful snark, 
I feel my body swelling with desire 
to generate new life from fear of death, 
then withering to nothingness of light. 

Bright flash of consciousness lighting my brain 
reflects electric storms of divine truth 
illuminating caverns of my brain 
which conjures virtual model of the world 
so I comprehend how history works 
compelling humans to contest for power. 

Avoiding strict trajectory of faith 
that plots my career path from birth to death, 
I swerve away from their expected role 
to reinvent myself as troubadour 
who sings about noble philosophers 
who quest to reveal true nature of things. 

Translucent color of my dreaming brain 
radiates black diamond apple of faith 
that fools me into thinking I am God 
because I feel myself awake with light, 
till I laugh that I am one mortal soul 
of zillions who glow briefly in the night.