Dream Clock Of Nevertime

Dream Clock Of Nevertime
© Surazeus
2025 12 01

No ghost remembers their name before birth 
yet they feel every ray of cosmic light 
that spirals from dream clock of Nevertime 
because our psychic multiverse of dreams 
creates ten zillion planets from God Eye 
who generates our brains from memories. 

Awake in lonely beauty of this world, 
I sense eternal God of cosmic truth 
vibrate in every atom of my soul 
so I mold tears of love in spinning worlds 
where death unravels each organic being 
who sings as part of our infinite whole. 

I slip key of irretrievable hope 
in vast atomic clock of Nevertime 
to open gates of psychic paradise 
where children gather apples from tall trees 
and run together on lush river shores 
till they all vanish in mute dust of time. 

Though we remember events of our lives 
as winding swirl of streams down mountain vales 
we cannot return to the long-lost past 
for atoms keep on swerving in the void 
to readjust vast vacancy of being 
till heat draws water back to empty skies. 

Descending stairway from Heaven to Hell, 
young Icarus with tattered wings of faith 
leads Oedipus to garden of dead gods 
to sit by gleaming pool of Nevertime 
where skull of Narcissus sings prophecies 
about how we rise from ruins of rage. 

Beyond coincidence of clanging bells 
two lovers meet at nexus frosted clear 
with sudden beauty of attentiveness 
to share strange stories of wild-dancing trees 
in which our faceless ghosts hide from grim death 
while Icarus photographs everything. 

Through furtive moon of confident regret, 
that rises from unfathomed memories, 
we shape oblivion from absent fear 
to measure twirling clock of Nevertime 
that opens portal through library book 
where I appear as angel born from words. 

Adorable in radiant dress of pride, 
my loving spouse in wreath of flashing wings 
decides to offer glass of sun-flared wine 
that binds our alien souls with thread of genes 
as she names every ghost we meet in life 
who fill our home with fertile merriment.