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Saturday, December 20, 2025

Instruments Of Dream Sense

Instruments Of Dream Sense
© Surazeus
2025 12 20

Wandering lonely as the gloomy rain cloud 
that looms hungry over your city maze, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
to conjure visions of the Beautiful 
from endless misery of our daily lives 
as we struggle to maintain global peace. 

Wearing crown of ice molded from your tears 
that drown our cities in false memories, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
with deft fingers of aggressive concern 
to prove with absolute uncertainty 
that Death will take us to her Nowhere Land. 

Wishing to comprehend how spider webs 
mirror matrix of our star-flashing brains, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
that vibrate with thunderstorms of god eyes 
which scatter snowflakes on gray city streets 
to illustrate beauty of human hearts. 

Wagering fabulous ethics of mute pain 
to understand wordless song of wild trees, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
that praise weird beauty of nature in psalms 
no matter how boring time seems to be 
because sunlight always invades my gloom. 

Waiving my inalienable rights to life, 
liberty, and pursuit of happiness, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
that open doors of perception to Hell 
where Orpheus leads mute souls of the dead 
so they can sing in the heavenly choir. 

Waiting forever on the river shore  
where angels talk on eye-phones of the mind, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
that sanctify symphonies of mad seers 
who breathe delicious anguish of desire 
with each eerie shriek of violin tunes. 

Wielding Excalibur with gentle grace 
to render judgement against criminals, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
that frame extensive legal arguments 
supporting freedom and justice for all 
born from the womb of Mother Liberty. 

Whistling past the graveyard of long-dead gods 
who call to us with voice of mountain wind, 
I want to play instruments of dream sense 
that surrender loneliness to sea waves 
so when we meet at random on the street 
we can share feast of winter solstice eve. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus directs choir of not-yet-dead humans who express intense desire of the human heart to savor beauty of this too-brief life on our spinning globe of abandoned homes.

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