Surazeus Simon Seamount

Nature Breathes Through Me
© Surazeus
2026 03 06

Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings hymn of atheist spiritualism while following footsteps of William Wordsworth whose ghost lingers in the mountain vale.

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I too sail boat of the shepherd with care
across moon-shining lake of mountain time
to cavern of the Willow Witch who knows
desire I harbor in my wounded heart,
for she sparks passion of creative song
inspired by love that Nature breathes through me.

More worthy of myself than I admit,
since I am what I am, designed by genes
all my ancestors presented to me
as psychic legacy, I ponder path
my inner nature drives me to attend
as I create my fate with every choice.

Alert to invisible workmanship
that rings harmonious music of my mind
with discordant elements that alarm
sanguine sense of studied confidence
infused in vibrant process of my brain,
I shout random words at the empty sky.

Hands gripping jagged concept of fierce height,
I climb ambitious rock of fissured faith
to savor fierce blast Zephyr hurls at me
with mocking joy at fragile state of mind
where I assert strange utterance of truth
with brave wisdom of the perilous ridge.

I feel strange urgency of their despair
contrive to hurry me on beyond death,
so I reach hand with curious intent
to comprehend uncanny gold-moon glow
that lights night-wanderings of my earnest heart
when I attempt to plunder Earth of truth.

Fair seed-time of their river-nurtured souls
weaves fearful beauty of ten million years
from summer-shimmered slopes of lonely hills
in tangled genes that program how I feel
when I attend with anxious platitudes
to daily duties that preserve my soul.

How many ancestors of my dream soul
as children played in cool delightful rill
that streams between lush banks of fruitful trees
till their heart, bronzed with radiance of joy,
expands broad scope of conscious wantonness
while sporting in thunder shower of faith.

Awake by fairest river of dream song,
I stroll in alder shades of innocence
and listen with attentive mind of faith
to song of water over rocky falls
that shocks my thoughts with waywardness of hope
contrived by calm that Nature breathes through me.

Nature Breathes Through Me
© Surazeus
2026 03 06

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Whole World In One Eye
© Surazeus
2026 03 06

Orpheus dreams the whole world with billions of people living complex lives of hope and despair in one eye on the pyramid of global perspective.

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Awake with beauty of our crowded globe,
where eight billion humans with flashing eyes
gather in halls to sing hymns for dead gods,
I recite true name of each living soul
with joy you are all still in our Dream World
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Entranced by curved partitions of vast lands
where humans crowd in maze of theaters
to process jewels from heart of the Earth,
I map confusing borders of dream states
that records endless wars to control dirt
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Stumbling through clear mist of fantasy
with calm assertion of predictive fate,
despite potential fracture time displays,
inspired by broad perspective of starlight,
I stand amazed on Sagarmatha Peak
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Heart startled by magnetic travesty
that proves to maximize elective leap,
I somersault through flashing portal frame
with brave mercurial wings of innocence
to leap Earth globes across the multiverse
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Weird glowing mask of crystal legacy
appears through matrix of bright algebra
with zillion eyes of flashing molecules
who offers hand of naive providence
to open cosmic door of energy
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Just as I dangle by one trembling hand
from sharp edge of truth at top of the world,
frail body buffeted by haughty wind
blown by my father Jupiter in play,
I breathe ethereal soul of honest faith
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Fierce heartbeat of the river shakes my soul
when mountain voice of timeless beauty roars
through millions of faceless people who cry
for salvation from tyranny of hope
when I climb steep jagged cliff of respect
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Yet far over lush green hills of wild trees
I hear bright fairies with rainbow wings sing
enchanting melodies of waterfalls
that lure me through face-blasting wind of fear
to climb enormous mountain of desire
so I may see the whole world in one eye.

Whole World In One Eye
© Surazeus
2026 03 06

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Weird Water Glow
© Surazeus
2026 03 05

Orpheus teaches Janus how to analyze current events as effective consequences designed by causes of past choices humans perform.

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Though tyrants destroy everything we build
in vain attempt to control hearts and minds,
we build new world order based on respect
for every conscious creature on this globe
whose bodies vibrate with light of the stars
that preserve our names in weird water glow.

As student of Orpheus Christ I learn
how to chant soul-reviving spells that spark
animating ghost of weird water glow
that urges hungry humans to create
memory-machine from language that translates
songs of wind and rain to religious myths.

Mixing peanut butter with apple sauce
and honey in white bowl of my pure heart,
I perform ritual to worship Pomona
when I wear mask of Vertumnus with joy,
so we dance together on the lake shore
to celebrate rebirth of Earth from snow.

Heart swelling with honest desire for good,
I feel immortal spirit of star light
glow brighter every hour inside my brain
with shocking revelation of rebirth
that my children will live after I die
so I lounge by the river and eat fruit.

With face of Janus I can look both ways,
reviewing the past with stories I write,
and calculating what road I should walk
to evade destruction of the world war
that clears rubble of the past from my field
where I build global empire of fruit trees.

When lightning flashes gold across the sky
I look up to see man in long white robe
descend on golden chariot of fire
propelled by million wings of buzzing shards,
then spread his arms open to everyone
who worship monarch of authority.

The oldest woman in the world recites
creation of the world with Water Voice
describing how woman in the sun
sprinkles refreshing rain of honesty
on upturned faces of the prayerless tribe
who sell conceptual lies in honey jars.

If you interview me for the dream job,
though I have no experience with death,
you might see story of abandonment
that I disguise as the need to leave home
and seek my fortune in game of the world
which leaves me tangled in conceptual lies.

Weird Water Glow
© Surazeus
2026 03 05

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism