Zephyrean Voice Of Truth

Zephyrean Voice Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

Terrible ache of the brain breaking down 
into fragments of misread memories 
sprouts into palm tree of the final thought 
where fire-feathered bird of psychotic truth 
sings the most beautiful song of all time 
that drives me mad with wisdom of true love. 

While I stumble blind through random events 
that contrive false narrative of my life, 
my fractured brain invents meaning for why 
I suffer through each scene for which God laughs 
with mocking amusement at how wings shine 
from fire-fangled feathers of ecstasy. 

Far beyond end of the quivering mind 
I spiral into beauty of regret 
dismissed as obstacles on road of growth 
when I transform from singing tree of death 
to wingless angel limping without care 
on signless road that leads me anywhere. 

Struck by bare facts of existence, that seal 
secrets of desire in mouths of the dead, 
I insist the mental world in my head 
is just as real as thick atomic forms 
that pulse with naked energy of light, 
till my brain dissipates it all to dust. 

Stomping hard on the solid ground of being, 
I shout with cold Zephyrean voice of truth 
that I can dwell as both body and soul 
in real world of atoms flashing starlight 
and dream realm of ideas weaving words 
with simultaneous energy of love. 

Whole universe of atoms, which contains 
fragile flame of my body in vast frame, 
glows endlessly in swirls of energy, 
while multiverse of visions in my brain 
replicates inexhaustible variants 
that fuel my quest to find the Promised Land. 

Vibrant reality of pulsing light, 
that seethes in layers of atomic swirls, 
undulates elusive phenomenon 
beyond my ability to record 
conceptual images of its pure essence, 
yet I attempt to represent its flash. 

My pure imagination cannot augment 
vital essence at core of divine being 
that pulses with celestial energy, 
so these faint shimmers of my verbal spells 
may barely reflect vastness of the Real, 
yet I sing with Zephyrean voice of truth.