Swirls Of Emotional Dust

Swirls Of Emotional Dust
© Surazeus
2026 09 12

Songs of joy writhe from deep inside my body 
so I sit by cracked window on the world 
to watch strange people all around the Earth 
play out the tragic fate of their vain lives 
for we are swirls of emotional dust 
sparkling with energy we think is God. 

Millions of people spend so many hours 
intently focused on writing their thoughts 
to mold amorphous swirls of energy 
in concrete stories that capture weird truth 
published in books on vast library shelves 
which record visions of dissolving minds. 

Garbage trucks of time dump discarded books 
written by millions of people with love 
into enormous mountains of lost tales 
where frantic wind of millennial change 
flutters pages of words with mockery 
that scatters our thoughts into hurricanes. 

While our bodies seethe with new unsung songs 
that batter our souls with ethereal breath, 
we cling to fragile pole of ardent faith 
to protect each other from storm of wrath 
till all our books are scattered into space 
where they transform to eyeless butterflies. 

When bright illusions of our sparkling world 
disintegrate to swirls of wordless books, 
those struggles we cling to with desperate hands 
disperse as crackling leaves to molded masks, 
which mirror face of every living soul, 
that leaves us surprised on the ocean shore. 

Our sorrows fall away as veil of fear 
so we stand stripped of naked agony 
beneath the sheltering sky of mindless clouds 
where no grim thunder god of bitter rage 
hurls storms that smash our cities into ruins 
so we float on clear water of the lake. 

With wounded heart filled full from fuel of rage 
I gun fierce engine of my laughing brain 
to sing with sharp mercurial voice of hope 
that channels writhing demon of my heart 
so I transform to angel without wings 
who ballets blithely on telephone poles. 

At sharp aroma of fresh orange trees 
I rise unresurrected from my book 
to stroll with casual grace of fake success 
through teeming crowds of people who search close 
for secret treasure of the wounded heart 
so they can know the song that maps their mind.