Hope To Visit Shadowland

Hope To Visit Shadowland
© Surazeus
2026 09 23

If I should hope to visit Shadowland, 
where ghosts of all the nameless people sing 
hymns to the fallen god of thunderstorms, 
I may have to purchase tickets with love 
to watch myth of the Dream Kingdom dissolve 
to pages in old books devoured by Time. 

Alone with ancient Lyre of Mercury, 
I sit beneath the old fruit-laden Tree 
of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, heart 
pulsing with compassion for the world, 
and sing hymns that depict in secret verse 
life of every person who ever lives. 

Since Death is searching for light of my soul 
that glimmers faintly in vast gloom of fate, 
with plan to snuff flame of my humming mind, 
I sing strange visions flashing in my eyes, 
composed of memories my ancestors dream 
through sparkling nodes in network of my brain. 

My conscious soul of self-aware insight 
glows bright with passion of mortal desire 
as radiant emanation from my brain, 
fueled by conceptual chemicals of faith, 
with delusion of immortality 
conjured from my ancestral memories. 

This sense that I have lived since dawn of time 
is powered by dreams programmed in my brain 
from three billion ancestors who designed 
my body to this state of clumsy grace, 
evolving four hundred million years to me, 
but I shall vanish to nothing at death. 

Since I will sink deep in dark senseless sea, 
and atoms of my body dissipate 
from fragile frame of flesh that constitutes 
organic being of chemical respect, 
I breathe celestial spirit of our world 
and sing in orchard of my solitude. 

When functions of my body cease to flash 
with hot atomic ardency of faith, 
I want roots from the Tree of the Knowledge 
of Good and Evil to reintegrate 
deconstructed molecules of my soul 
so I become fruit yet-born souls will eat. 

Earth will recycle molecules that form 
my soul to basic elements of thought, 
so I become gusts of the curious wind, 
and I become drops of the fertile rain, 
so atoms forming me in my short life 
will form bodies of billions more to come.