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Saturday, May 9, 2026

Ghost Of Shimmer-Thought

Ghost Of Shimmer-Thought
© Surazeus
2026 05 09

When I kneel at fern-wreathed curb of the well 
to see strange whiteness Robert once discerned, 
I see no godlike ghost of shimmer-thought 
behind mask of my simple mortal face, 
so I pretend with smirk of innocence 
that I perceive true essence of this world. 

Sun-dappled lilies of the valley bloom 
from graves where my ancestors rot to dust 
along lost roads of verdant urgency 
since patterns of transcendent ideal forms 
mold matter into transient beings of light 
which weaves meaning out of random events. 

While trudging endless road of prairie grass 
beside four-wheeled wagon of dreamy hopes, 
I seek glow of enchantment in bright hills 
that whisper secret tales in wordless wind, 
revealing secrets of this ancient land 
where grim demonic shadows of fear lurk. 

I sense weird spirit of faceless regard 
as meaning immanent in mindless things 
that I project with passion to express 
transcendent vision flashing in my eyes 
which dissipates in sudden gust of wind 
so I see river valley as it is. 

Vast cities in lands far across the sea 
teem with gangs of men fighting for control 
over whose god bestows their right to live 
with fierce ambition to claim providence 
for calm consumption of material wealth 
providing nourishment for psychic growth. 

No cities gleam on distant hills of hope 
beyond horizon of potential peace 
so I imagine divine providence 
beams rays of light on river vales of hope 
to highlight opportunities for growth 
where I may thrive far from castles of greed. 

This vision of new opportunity 
drove my ancestors in long wagon trains 
over rugged mountains of agony, 
across windy prairies of urgency, 
to build new homes on river shores of faith 
far from oppressive grasp of tyranny. 

Now tyrants reach their hands across the land 
to crush all opposition to their greed 
as spirit of Rome looms over lush vales 
to expand empire of social control, 
so I stand on wild beach of Oregon 
and laugh because our crowded world is round. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus appears to young Mary Frances Lee beside covered wagon on the river shore along the Oregon Trail, and teaches her how to sing magic spells of truth.

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