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Saturday, August 15, 2026

Ghosts Of River Stones

Ghosts Of River Stones
© Surazeus
2026 08 15

Because golden butterfly of my heart 
still inhabits timeless Arcadia, 
untouched by concerns of urbanity, 
I summon ghosts of river stones with song 
that swirls from abyss of my aching heart 
to form stars that dream my eternal self. 

Awake through epiphany of this hour, 
my mind invents mundane significance 
that never exists in atomic things 
so I assign weird names to things I see 
which helps us understand how we should feel 
as we stroll shyly among the fruit trees. 

This Nature we perceive as pure and good 
our brains invent from scattered memories 
that we assemble into grand world view 
so we can celebrate his vibrant being 
which generates our conscious sense of self 
as our bodies thrive in matrix of dream. 

We strip dreams of external reference 
so they will bend upon themselves in wings 
of weird songs we express with pulsing breath 
through brave intention to become our words 
when state of emptiness negates our will 
that fuels feedback loop of positive love. 

Thus we pursue alternative venues 
through clever maneuver of leaping laughter 
that hollows our exploding hearts of fear 
so we declare great things we dare achieve 
when we become moonlight in leafless trees 
that knows where we will lie down when we die. 

Awed on high mountain of pastoral peace, 
I gaze at vast metropolitan maze 
where countless towers, built of steel-framed glass, 
glimmer eerily with electric lights 
which emanate weird psychedelic glow 
as heaven our ancestors never envisioned. 

Inspired by beauty in this maze of towers, 
frantic seismograph of my eager heart 
transcribes in arcane riddles of respect 
conceptual gyre of psychic lunacy 
that oscillates between spirit and flesh 
to weave complex paradigm of new myths. 

Empyrean vision of my dreamless brain 
compiles all human myths of clever gods 
through sensual verity of psychic tones 
so I multiply myself with human masks 
that wakes every soul who has ever lived 
in temporary node of my god brain. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wanders along rivers in Arcadia where ghosts of river stones hum in harmony with conceptual hymn of his countless mortal selves in our minds.

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