Tower Of The Sun

Tower Of The Sun
© Surazeus
2026 11 12

Holding torch of sorrow in his hand, 
Doubting Thomas stares in formless gloom 
and wonders how he should observe this world 
without wallowing in suffering of fear 
or drowning in sentiment of false joy, 
but all he hears is song of ocean waves. 

After we lose our long limb-grasping tails 
and come down from the safety of fruit trees, 
we dance in surging tides of ocean waves 
where we begin to walk upright on legs 
of brave ambition, balanced with deep breath, 
to follow rivers winding among high hills. 

Eating mushrooms, white manna from the clouds, 
we follow herds of cows across vast plains, 
mind glowing with visions of what could be, 
then express audible hope in sharp sound 
that beams clear vision of my mind to yours 
in language that conveys thoughts I perceive. 

Imaginer of status that could be, 
I arrange objects with my crafting hands 
to organize stones in circle for hot fire 
as base foundation above field of mud, 
and construct shelter from pillars of hope, 
which I cover with cow skin of respect. 

Observing many shapes of fruitful trees, 
my brain designs Idea of the Tree 
as standard geometric pattern form 
which I then signify with breath-born word 
that causes other minds, who hear my speech, 
to imagine unseen tree I describe. 

Stacking stones on terraced levels of hope, 
I construct sky-high ziggurat of faith 
on which we tend herb gardens around homes 
where people from many river tribes dwell 
with gate that leads to temple of wise El, 
that we name Babel, Tower of the Sun. 

When drought dries up wheat in my hard-plowed field, 
I climb ziggurat to grand temple hall 
where I ask Inanna, queen of all farms, 
for coins to fund production of fresh wheat, 
so she invests in factory of my work, 
ensuring everyone has food to eat. 

When morning mist of sorrow dissipates, 
Doubting Thomas strolls by the singing sea 
and dreams evolution of humankind 
to dancing angel from beach-crawling ape, 
so he climbs long-deserted ziggurat 
to sing the primal hymn of love for life.