Yearning Of My Glass Brain

Yearning Of My Glass Brain
© Surazeus
2026 10 28

Soul transformed by yearning of my glass brain, 
I walk the endless maze of city streets 
with Death as my companion in silk gown 
whose black eyes, vast as swirling galaxies, 
inspire my heart to sing beauty of life 
though engine roar mangles its melody. 

My mother and my father have grown old 
from searching vast maze of elusive hope, 
but spirit of desire they sparked in me 
powers my progress to become whole Self 
that combines all my ancestors in one soul 
which fractures into children of our genes. 

Each person is convergence of god souls 
whose genes weave their new body from desire, 
so we are tangled memories of love 
converted from despair that drives our will 
to transcend limits of our fragile frames 
as souls that swell huge as our spinning globe. 

When I get lost in maze of flashing doors, 
that lead to many different worlds of fate, 
Death takes my hand with gentle vigilance 
and guides me to perform role of my heart 
so I choose to create, and not destroy, 
with prudent attention to psychic needs. 

Though I am temporary node of genes, 
in which unconscious soul of atoms gleams 
as radiant passion to generate life, 
I program vision of our multiverse 
from mythic legends of religious books 
in world view that mirrors reality. 

I build whole world religion in my heart 
that refracts through yearning of my glass brain 
virtual model of our complicated world 
so I can make through clear analysis 
informed decisions in how I behave 
so I live as I will, if I harm none. 

Join me in Temple of Goddess Ishtar 
that shines with truth on Ziggurat of Ur 
to feast on harvest of productive hands 
and drink wine from fruit of our loyal hearts 
to bond our souls with contract of respect 
that nurtures United Nations of Earth. 

I see her light appear in gloom of fear 
when Liberty arrives with Lamp of Truth 
to wield honed sword of Justice with firm hand 
so we enforce equal rights for all souls 
who dwell together on this spinning globe 
that spirals from yearning of my glass brain.