Blind Mother Sea

Blind Mother Sea
© Surazeus
2026 04 11

When I crawl from womb of blind mother sea, 
with brain programmed to sing atomic tunes, 
I explore tricky landscape of our globe 
over three hundred eighty million years 
till I stand on highest mountain of faith 
and proclaim myself god in breathing flesh. 

Then timeless fortune mocks my haughty pride 
and trashes fantasy my brain designs 
with cruel indifference of mind-twisting fate 
that readjusts attention of my heart 
to balance passion with obsessive rites 
which I perform to evade strike of death. 

Through self-control of scientific verse 
I confirm my soul at flash of dire curse 
that tricks perception of my curious eyes 
with grand illusion based on human deeds 
when I restrain assertions of free will 
with laws designed to focus lust on truth. 

Trapped by conceptual creed of bitter faith, 
that bodies made of pulsing molecules 
will resurrect from death at word of light, 
I escape despair at surprise of truth 
that we will disappear to swirls of dust 
when our lithe lust-driven bodies decay. 

I return to shore of blind mother sea 
to hear again in hollow of my heart 
relentless melody of surging tides 
where I first learned to walk upright on legs 
of curious passion to map the whole world, 
but weep I am so far now from her song. 

We humans have now mapped our spinning globe, 
exploring every inch of her landscapes, 
fertile plains, lush woods, rugged hills, bleak deserts, 
and colonizing vales where rivers flow 
with forty eight thousand cities and towns 
connected in vast web of signless roads. 

Though I have dwelled on surface of the Earth 
three hundred eighty million years of hope, 
I dream the twenty million years before 
I spent deep in womb of the swirling sea, 
forever swimming toward pure Eye of Light 
whose voice still calls to fly beyond the sky. 

I stand on wall that Nehemiah built 
from bones of dragons carved in cubes of glass, 
and survey lands across our spinning globe 
where people gather around fires to sing 
while kings in towers play chess games of war 
over who controls the blind mother sea.