Dare Disturb The Universe

Dare Disturb The Universe
© Surazeus
2026 09 06

Ghost of my brain lingers upon the pools 
that shimmer in the road of broken dreams 
where strangers without faces they could sell 
walk somewhere else with frantic urgency 
because time always seems about to end 
though days keep flowing in the flash of hope. 

Because I dare disturb the universe 
with questions about time to allocate 
another hour of study which attains 
strange secret about life no one dares share, 
I graph decision time cannot reverse, 
accounting for sweet music of the curse. 

No eyes can fix my ever-shifting soul 
with formulated phrase of arrogance 
so I presume to do what must be done 
in strict performance of the daily plan 
that highlights how we might survive the times 
with scent of perfume on the tragic stage. 

I am no demon with fire-tattered wings 
who slithers on the waste land of despair 
too deeply hidden in the silent sea, 
so I stretch tangled heart to empty skies 
and ponder crisis of the fallen god 
that cracks foundation of our ancient state. 

I never weep nor fast with hopeless prayer 
for no God transcends bounds of everywhere 
to hear plea of my words with active heart 
that could transform state of atomic swirls, 
yet I can calculate what will occur 
through prophetic analysis of fate. 

We are the living gods who play this hour 
in global drama staged by faceless force 
who flare our universe from pulsing sphere 
in overwhelming questions about why 
our fragile bodies vanish in the void 
that leaves injustice staining Earth with blood. 

Magic lantern of my observing brain 
throws striped patterns on walls of paradise 
so I seek words from cluttered memories 
that could express strange truth my eyes perceive 
when I swell movements to spark social change 
as cautious attendant licensed to guide. 

I see no mermaids singing on wild waves, 
nor hear their voices in wind on the beach, 
though they are humans who died long ago 
who leave their bodies writhing in the sea, 
so I stand firm on Earth of spinning change 
when my psychic bones form this mountain range.