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Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Psychic Rivers Of Regret

Psychic Rivers Of Regret
© Surazeus
2026 08 18

Soft vibration of crystal words reforms 
how human brains perceive the Face of God 
that gleams from golden clouds of arrogance 
to mutate how we talk about our souls 
as light that glows from fragile shell of glass 
which blinks out when the brain ceases to dream. 

If angels dare to explain how the brain 
could process sentences of fractured truth, 
we humans might remember why we hope 
to share conversations about rebirth 
in humming mountains of social thoughts 
when we meet ourselves in the spectral zone. 

I hear ephemeral voice of weird faith 
when I float high on invisible wings 
to teach the faceless ghosts of everywhere 
strange secret of conceptual innocence 
inherent in fake law of gravity 
that might invalidate my divine creed. 

Since no one speaks about the fall of stones 
which float on psychic rivers of regret, 
we gaze in eyes of people starved by fear, 
trapped in the prison camp of global faith, 
who sell each other empty books of tales 
which they burn to keep warm on winter nights. 

Foreclosed quality of inhuman speech, 
concerned with quality of suffering, 
pronounces new law of humble rapport 
between exploiters and victims of fraud 
who argue semantics in the locked church 
to deconstruct confession bombs of truth. 

If we use language to communicate 
hunger for substantial faith in the known, 
we might confuse young children without keys 
who prove flowers and glaciers design 
how we give and take in contests of love 
for return on investment despite death. 

Haunted by attentive ghosts of lakes, 
shot by angel of spiritual rewards 
who deems them unfit to work in food stores, 
I gamble for salvation with word-luck, 
heart tangled in language matrix of truth, 
when I overhear words of flightless souls. 

Awake with breath-turn of the mountain vale, 
I measure atom-wind of spiral waves 
to sense pure essence of the conscious brain 
which translates seething tides of wordless hope 
to jumbled logic of cathedral hymns 
which humans sing to pretend no one dies. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus dives into the Seine River and races Paul Celan in swimming contest to see who can cross the River Lethe first to dance in the gardens of Auschwitz.

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