Tree Of Flashing Brains

Tree Of Flashing Brains
© Surazeus
2026 10 25

Despite skillful disorder of rain clouds 
that knock my body around on the hill, 
I am the wondrous man with winged feet 
because I know strange secret of the wind 
who whispers programmatic code of love 
which helps my find the tree of flashing brains. 

Disperser of rich grace on stepping stones, 
I gather snowflakes into books of dreams 
which I bear to peak of the mountain thought 
to weave bright laughter of wild ocean waves 
within unsullied passion of my heart 
through generous wisdom of the loyal moon. 

When I walk with the departed through Hell 
on dainty feet of ballet nonchalance, 
I find beguiled bride of the empty well, 
perplexed by faithless lust of abstinence 
that fuses bodies of strangers with hope 
to incarnate as ghost with mask of glass. 

I follow empty chairs on winding road 
through fields of wheat where alabaster crows 
breathe beauty of the light in human flesh 
who paints the face of God as apple sphere 
which I bake on the plate of hungry clay 
that proves my right to live in liberty. 

Transformed from wood dolls with emerald eyes 
into lithe boys and girls with moonlit skin, 
we race along the river of glass skulls 
to crown the winner with the crown of thorns 
forged with gold melted from idols of gods 
whose faces reincarnate as our souls. 

Wild mob of people run in driving rain 
and crowd into Museum on Skull Hill 
in frantic flight to escape swirling flood 
that sweeps their farmhouses and herds away 
so fields of wheat become bright sea of tears 
that fills their hearts with desert emptiness. 

The oldest woman in the world declares, 
while holding million-year-old skull of God, 
that we must thrive through curiosity, 
always asking questions to understand 
how Death will measure fortune of our lives 
when lovers almost touch at end of time. 

Millions of people killed in civil wars 
crowd shore of the River Styx at midnight, 
but Charon shouts that they must all return, 
so faceless ghosts of hungry refugees 
haunt shopping malls from sea to shining sea 
where they sing beneath tree of flashing brains.