Vibes Of Social Harmony

Vibes Of Social Harmony
© Surazeus
2026 10 02

Trapped by avalanche of identities 
which narrate riddles of anxiety, 
Zemyna describes elements of life 
as wheat that sprouts as her long curly hair 
in meadows lush with flowers of her breasts, 
while she holds crystal sphere of flashing stars. 

We celebrate Earth Mother of our hearts 
because her love sustains life of our souls, 
then takes our bodies back into her soil 
so we are ghosts in great lakes of her eyes 
who dance in birch groves with attentive grace 
till we lie down at death in her embrace. 

When I hear weird spell Mother of Graves chants, 
that echoes softly in moon-haunted woods, 
I play water tunes on flute of my heart 
to radiate vibes of social harmony 
that soothe brittle anger of wounded hearts 
till we attend grand feast Zemyna hosts. 

Even while I walk crowded business maze, 
conducting business of product exchange 
within parameters of strict contracts, 
I hear enchanting voice in blustering wind 
when Mother of Ghosts addresses my soul 
with fate-unspooling hex of fertile faith. 

Advanced to messy edges of our lives, 
I bind with oath of honest privilege 
new secret purpose of the glowing cloud, 
based on abundant wealth of bankruptcy, 
to revive heritage through instruments 
of fiscal gravity attracting ghosts. 

By teaching me how to interpret rain 
as splatter of inflated integers 
that model ordinance of future states, 
Zemyna arms my atmospheric mind 
with orchestrated process of respect 
so I could certify demonic faith. 

Attuned to misdirecting equity, 
depicted by strange cultural entities, 
contrived by deviant currencies of hope, 
Zemyna reprograms dream gallery 
with ardent frequencies of mental force, 
so I accept my role as guardian. 

Attending marathon of humble spies, 
who rewrite rules of dire linguistic tricks, 
Zemyna teaches me with anecdotes 
how to locate the liberal positive 
based on marketing techniques of bold faith, 
so we survive their avalanche of lies.