Wisdom Of The Quantum Soul

Wisdom Of The Quantum Soul
© Surazeus
2026 01 12

Though Death will think I have escaped his eye 
because I write my dreams on moon-lit page, 
I know he waits with patience of the sea 
to swallow my frail light of consciousness, 
so I will not blind my heart with needless rage, 
instead express my love for life with song. 

When Captain Scott arrived at the South Pole, 
eager to claim glory of being the first, 
yet found Amundsen beat him at the game, 
he screamed into the void with bitter angst, 
then froze to death while wandering in despair, 
and lies forever inside tomb of ice. 

Since Antarctic ice flows out to the sea, 
Captain Scott, preserved in eternal rest 
with same flawless repose as Sleeping Beauty, 
will eventually fall into the sea 
three hundred and sixty years from his death 
where he will float inside his tomb of ice. 

Five hundred years from now his tomb of ice 
will land on lush shore of the Promised Land 
where he will wake at kiss of Artemis 
and walk with her among tall apple trees 
where she speaks language of the Crystal Snake 
who teaches wisdom of the Quantum Soul. 

Across bleak landscape of my frozen heart 
I ski toward South Pole of our pulsing Earth 
to stand on still point of the multiverse 
and savor beauty of bright rainbow beams 
that weave atomic energy of light 
through sinews of my body with dream words. 

I am no Moses in the wilderness, 
bearing crystal plates with principles 
defining how to manage force of life, 
yet I climb mountain of the Laughing Skull 
to transcribe riddles of its writhing tongue 
which prophesy how all great empires fall. 

I am no Joshua leading refugees 
who flee bomb-hurling planes with angel wings 
to colonize tribe-crowded land of lakes, 
yet I plow fields of weeds to plant gold wheat 
with Golden Calf of Aaron as my guide 
so Ceres bakes bread to weep for Tammuz. 

I am no Orpheus with broken lyre, 
but soul of Mercury wakes in my heart 
when I become high mountains and deep seas, 
and wake from dream as godless sun of light, 
so drink apple cider with me today 
as we play hide and seek with Father Death.