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Sunday, November 8, 2026

Anthology Of Dream Code

Anthology Of Dream Code
© Surazeus
2026 11 08

Whatever I inherit from the dead 
transforms into books no one wants to read, 
so I decide to walk the neighborhood 
which always puts me in a better mood 
to edit anthology of dream code 
dictated to me by the moon-eyed toad. 

Entranced by beauty of the river stone, 
that glimmers as heart of the princess clone, 
I scrub my wounded heart till it seems clean 
as polished steel gears of the time machine, 
but all my efforts seem to be in vain 
when pages of my books dissolve in rain. 

Transcendent zero woven from dream math 
reformulates fortune spilled by sweet wrath 
from secret agony of mindless faith 
designed by mirror wisdom of the wraith 
who still decides that I resemble both 
thief and giver, tricked to accept my oath. 

Defunded program of the psychic lab 
provides training for soul-painters who dab 
enough paint to depict our spinning globe, 
ruled by star woman in long scarlet robe 
who conquers Heaven with the howling mob, 
then appoints me as provincial nawab. 

When I transfer bright spirit of the star 
to possess computer of the quick car, 
my mother gets stuck in the kitchen door, 
so I find Cailleach on the misty moor 
who teaches me how to manage my fear 
when I enter Salem on the White Deer. 

After I explore Earth in crystal boat 
to trade magic ring for the prancing goat, 
I compose formula to calculate 
progressive way to design my own fate 
through each decision, whether wrong or right, 
that I make to enhance my divine light. 

Cleansing my soul in the waterfall 
that binds my body through electric ball, 
I encode secret of life in weird spell 
that conjures serpent runes from the brain well 
so I climb sunbaked peak of the skull hill 
where I insist on process of free will. 

Just as I think I understand the mind, 
that functions to reveal truth to the blind, 
I find myself unfound in Wonderland 
with Melusine who wears our wedding band 
which proves her right to rule our crowded land 
that flourishes from gesture of the hand. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus edits Anthology of Dream Code, composed by thousands of programmers of the Zarathian Renaissance, then reads them on the highway overpass.

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