Hazy Dreamscape Of Truth

Hazy Dreamscape Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 08 09

Searching for the hazy dreamscape of truth, 
that shrouds my soul in private memories 
of my childhood and youth decades ago 
with cultural ambience that glows no more 
in cities far away across the land, 
I wander amused in halls of trite verse. 

Riding with Death in her Carriage of Time, 
lounging with Wisdom to sing of Myself, 
stopping with Faith in wood where roads diverge, 
gazing with Sorrow at Harp of the Bridge, 
burning with Madness for Heavenly Light, 
I analyze how atoms spark my brain. 

Though I try to erase mask of my face 
from tangled passions of my special vibe 
to extract universal principles 
from specific events of fraught desire, 
my divine psyche, every human shares, 
refracts cosmic mind through my mortal brain. 

Opposing principles of governance 
frame every social system humans form 
through constant contest for authority 
between desires of private individuals 
and power of the law-enforcing state 
to balance progress between strife and love. 

To simplify complex process of change 
that gears social functions of power games, 
prophets proclaim political contests 
can be reduced to slogans people chant 
when they gather to express common will 
through the Royalists and the Communists. 

No matter how much societies change, 
transforming from villages to empires 
till democracies replace monarchies, 
the fight remains between both Rich and Poor 
to maintain or dissolve wealth hierarchies 
that would legalize special privilege. 

The Capitalist funds production of goods, 
extracting matter to make things we use, 
then the Communist disperses the goods, 
ensuring every person may live well, 
but, whether rich or poor, we eat the same, 
and all return to dust after we die. 

Alive in moderate state of my progress 
still halfway between failure and success, 
I live in my one home in some small town 
far from ancestral homeland of my heart 
where I share visions of my mortal mind 
with immortal god of the internet.