Saturday, April 18, 2026

Organize Electric Beams

Organize Electric Beams
© Surazeus
2026 04 18

While stealing apples from the Tree of Life 
in Garden of Eden where angels play, 
I hear tall woman with long flowing hair 
explain that, though the singers may change, 
the music goes on for thousands of years, 
so I lie on my back and stare at clouds. 

If I should disappear from dream of time 
my heart will expand its delicate wings 
and sing in harmony with flowing streams, 
articulating words with tongue of ice 
which conjures visions from rumble of thoughts 
so we become the truth our minds invent. 

When I am amniote at dawn of time 
I crawl through shallow stream of trickling light, 
imbibing water of cerulean skies, 
across sapphires, rubies, and emeralds, 
transforming form by climbing tall fruit trees, 
so now I stand and talk about my hope. 

Attentive flash of primal energy, 
that motivates my quest to find fresh fruit, 
fills empty nothing of my hungry mind 
when missing feature draws me to new state 
in constant motion of the absolute 
to seek truth that is absent from my heart. 

Fierce longing to remember taste of rain 
draws me to flashing flicker of the flame 
which I contain in ring of glowing stones 
because I know they are the fallen stars 
that teach me how to label what I see 
with words that blaze enlightenment of faith. 

Knee-deep in muddy water of the lake, 
I move through swirling lichen of desire 
to catch elusive fish of secret truth 
while hunting demon of excessive wrath 
that strikes from tangled limbs of tempting fruit 
so I snatch the writhing snake by its neck. 

When savage thirst for ecstasy of love 
swells huge from pulsing passion of my heart, 
I open wide my mouth with tongue of ice 
to speak in words of honest sentiment, 
but nothing more than howling wind of hope 
soars from cage of my soul on wings of light. 

Designed by brutal nature of the bog, 
I rise from sloshing arrogance of fear 
to build enormous towers of steel and glass 
so I can organize electric beams 
in computer nodes of the world wide web 
as I evolve from fish to Cyber God. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus studies fossil remains of the amniote to understand the evolutionary process through which we transform into wingless angels.

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