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Sunday, September 13, 2026

Tunes Of Apollonian Light

Tunes Of Apollonian Light
© Surazeus
2026 09 13

Through blazing lumination of my eye 
I see semantic sun of timeless why 
define how I perceive this world of forms, 
though thrashed by hunger of conceptual storms, 
when my mind reconciles pain of desire 
with facts my urgent heart confirms through fire. 

My mind creates the swirling sea I see 
as virtual model mirrored by the key 
unlocking darkness that expands the night 
with honest tunes of Apollonian light 
by which my eyes may analyze the real 
designed by flash of time-atomic wheel. 

Through tangled sentences of psychic verse, 
when I evaluate state of my curse, 
I signify with psyche-altered name 
essential nature fostered by our game 
inherent to our bodies that seethe force 
of brave emotions from chemical source. 

My mind constructs from visions of my eyes 
surreal landscape ringed by concentric skies 
based on mysterious concepts of weird words 
which I invent to imitate swift birds 
when we assemble to collaborate 
on map of this strange world we navigate. 

Through flash of my imagination dream, 
while sailing boat of clarity on stream 
of endless memories, composed of tales, 
I program mental system on taut scales 
to balance facts of objects I perceive 
with secret truth my mental gods conceive. 

When Lamp of Diogenes flickers out 
I stumble lost in darkness without clout 
till my brain projects ghosts of death I fear 
and conjures demons that linger too near, 
so I dispel illusions of despair 
by reconciling contrasts I compare. 

As messenger from otherworld of dreams 
I scout demonic caves of mental seems 
with mission of reconnaissance to find 
whole frame of reference that fears designed 
through synthesis of perception that presents 
new world view which explains psychic events. 

Through burning exactitude of the sun, 
reframed by moderate glow of the moon, 
I wake while riding passion of the colt 
through revelation of the lightning bolt 
to see our real world, from abyss of gloom, 
as fruit on totem of madness now bloom. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus listens as Kant explains how our brains invent the virtual model of the world that we must have faith operates the same way our models define.

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