Wild Electric Heart

Wild Electric Heart
© Surazeus
2026 01 17

Muted tone of my wild electric heart, 
loaded with anguish of harrowing loss 
from laughing flames that hammer at black sky 
despite unfinished business of sad rain, 
hums soft with spooky honesty of fear 
when blind angels escape in sudden flight. 

Awake in pulsing endlessness of pain 
sliced into searing hours of gloom and glare, 
I measure changeless beauty of the sea 
with each assertive step of cautious hope 
as I pray to the path my feet design 
in stubborn innocence of wordless rage. 

Because I am not self-portrait of God 
reflected in clear pool of silver gleam, 
I eat ripe apple from the Tree of Fate 
to understand why flowers bloom from seeds 
with anxious burst of supercilious leaves 
which dare explain why I must not be real. 

Overwhelmed by flashing rays of sunlight, 
which beam from enormous eye in the sky 
watching me with relentless glare of truth, 
I check my privilege with nervous hand 
that I reach helplessly to touch the light 
which pierces me with frantic energy. 

Inspired to collect proof the sun knows why 
ache of sorrow converts my bitter rage 
to shocked surprise at sparkle of cool rain, 
I must accept that God Mind in the sun 
sees my body with original love 
though I reverse my journey from my birth. 

So I kneel by small pool in Shadow Wood 
to cup sweet water with tingling hands 
and drink invisible darkness of faith 
till I see face of Narcissus by mine 
who kisses me with gentle ardency 
as we both levitate above the world. 

Immortal spirit of my dreaming mind 
swells ripe in secret pocket of my heart, 
morphing through each evolutionary form, 
fish to lizard to mouse to cat to monkey 
to wingless angel suckling at my breast 
who echoes every breathy word I speak. 

Syncopated hymn of humble respect 
blooms pure as lily from mud of my flesh 
when playful daughter of my soul matures 
to young woman with the same silver eyes 
Narcissus opens from mask of the sun 
when we bury him by pool of our tears.