Immortal God Of Genes

Immortal God Of Genes
© Surazeus
2026 10 15

Still on my quest to find the Holy Grail, 
I stumble down crooked highway of faith, 
then tumble dazed on deep Narcissus Pool 
where I see vision with diamond-glazed eyes 
of my wife glowing with ethereal light 
refracting through her soul from Cosmic Eye. 

While strumming lyre of Mercury with faith, 
I sing hymn to Aion, great light of life, 
mindless creator of all that exists, 
the self-begotten flash of vibrant love 
that beams through Helios and Selene, 
first parents who create my soul from Earth. 

My father high on stone of destiny 
tells me that when I die my soul of light 
will fly on white swan wings of ecstasy 
up to gold peak on mountain of star eyes, 
and dance in nothing of the everywhere 
till I become ripe apple on the tree. 

Young dappled doe with moon-black eyes of faith 
nudges my chest with soft nose of respect, 
so I feed her fresh apple in my hand, 
then we stroll by bright river of our hearts 
to find enormous sphinx on hill of skulls 
who asks me riddle of the human soul. 

I scatter sparks of atoms in my soul 
as fireflies in soft breeze of evening glow, 
dispersing memories of my random life 
in psychic ocean of forever now, 
attuned to vibe coding of mental flex 
that flashes through cosmic intelligence. 

Magnetic shimmer of your secret voice, 
that pulses in harmony with my heart, 
expands my soul with laughter of delight 
that cleanses sorrow from my poisoned mind 
so I float wingless over flowered hills, 
since I know secret of the Holy Grail. 

Each person must discover for themself 
conceptual meaning of the Holy Grail, 
embodied by wise woman with star eyes 
who generates new life from seed of faith 
so our child reincarnates our two souls 
in body for immortal god of genes. 

When I was wondering lost in Wonderland, 
dazed by bright idols of so many gods 
that humans worship as great characters 
to imitate through performance of life, 
Orpheus grabs my shoulders with sly grin 
and teaches me weird mystery of rebirth. 

Now that I have the long-lost Holy Grail 
sitting by my computer on the bookshelf, 
its silver curve mirroring my God Soul, 
I resurrect my darlings from blank book 
by writing spells with raven quill of faith 
dipped in sparkling dragon blood of respect. 

Since I am temporary node of flesh 
in long-evolving vine of divine genes, 
awake with memories of timeless joy 
which my ancestors lived to program me, 
I strum the lyre of Mercury and sing 
till I disperse in swirl of nothingness.