Quick Chaos Of Energy

Quick Chaos Of Energy
© Surazeus
2026 07 30

How light strikes quick chaos of energy, 
that billows from blank darkness of desire 
to mold atomic forms in words of thought, 
inspires me to sit by the sparkling lake 
and tell nobody feelings of my heart 
while I forge virtual model of the Real. 

How darkness erases reality 
from timeless space of where I always am, 
reveals to me true nature of the soul 
when I see virtual model of the world 
inside my brain as ever-shifting mode 
of forward-motion progress nowhere real. 

How time expands scope of my memories, 
when I wear books as masks of nameless souls, 
conceals true essence glowing in our bones 
so with vague shadow of your Beingness 
I walk through archives of weird human tales 
to find my epic with musical notes. 

How I walk through the open door of fate 
with sacred book that belongs to no one, 
provides broad stage for tragic comedy 
that traps my soul in story not my own 
till I reverse course in attentive swerve 
and blaze my own path without fateful notes. 

How Death finds me beside faith-ruined church 
on river shore where my ancestors sleep 
in tombless graves of humble solitude, 
convinces me I might evade that fate 
if I keep walking on broad windy steppes 
with apple cart pulled by my friendly horse. 

How Fear accuses me of stealing Truth 
from ancient library Apollo built 
startles me from bright revery of hope 
so I pause on the busy city street 
and wonder where these people want to go 
as they walk desperately to evade Death. 

How urgent life will go on happening 
forever past our expiration date 
proves nothing more than we are formed by fate 
that we design with every choice we make 
till we become aware and change our way 
because I am lush meadow for the horse. 

How sorrow propagates obscure desires 
that bind me with bright shadow of my brain 
engages my eccentric sense of truth 
that we are incarnations of our gods 
who are ancestors through genetic code, 
so I father children with my bride Death.