Amber Auroras Of Autumn
© Surazeus
2018 12 08
Once again the man is walking the beach
so many times the past ten million years
and turns around on the shining gold sand
that reflects the blankness of his true face.
Feeling bleak flatness that spirals outward
from the still-point of the world where he walks,
he remembers with surprise that the Earth
is round as the pear that glows in his hand.
He cannot tell while turning round and round
which way the world is spinning on its axis
because the sun glows hidden behind clouds
invisible, though it lights bright the world.
He feels inside his chest with every breath
frigid brilliance of gusts that sweep the sand
with aching holiness of solitude
that fills his hollow heart with icy fire.
Strange whiteness vivid on the old house wall
chills ancient passion swirling from his heart
so he feels fragile body swell to hold
white winter clouds that accomplish blank truth.
Lithe writhing of his spine when he steps forth
slides slicker through extensive flash of skin
as he feels his legs embrace intense hope
and raises both arms to touch the blank sky.
He is that bodiless serpent that lives
on gusting air with wings woven from sunlight
with eyes open wide to fix scene of change
when we wriggle from cave of our first birth.
He understands form of his empty heart
when he explores flash of weird images
since we emerged from eggshell of our world
cracked at suddenness of our quick arrival.
He walks random circles on the blank beach
and fancies himself master of the maze
to feel how his body bulges with air
blown by sunflames to ripple on the sea.
The man flaps his arms like wings of the bird
but he remains solid on slippery sand
and wonders how like the serpent he is,
slithering across the world on hungry limbs.
He turns back to find our beginning place
but sees his footsteps on the sand of time
retreating backward to the cold abyss
where we evolved at hydrothermal vents.
We humans are the specter of the spheres
who meditate on secret of rebirth
revealed by amber auroras of Autumn
which connects our sponge brains to the White Whole.
© Surazeus
2018 12 08
Once again the man is walking the beach
so many times the past ten million years
and turns around on the shining gold sand
that reflects the blankness of his true face.
Feeling bleak flatness that spirals outward
from the still-point of the world where he walks,
he remembers with surprise that the Earth
is round as the pear that glows in his hand.
He cannot tell while turning round and round
which way the world is spinning on its axis
because the sun glows hidden behind clouds
invisible, though it lights bright the world.
He feels inside his chest with every breath
frigid brilliance of gusts that sweep the sand
with aching holiness of solitude
that fills his hollow heart with icy fire.
Strange whiteness vivid on the old house wall
chills ancient passion swirling from his heart
so he feels fragile body swell to hold
white winter clouds that accomplish blank truth.
Lithe writhing of his spine when he steps forth
slides slicker through extensive flash of skin
as he feels his legs embrace intense hope
and raises both arms to touch the blank sky.
He is that bodiless serpent that lives
on gusting air with wings woven from sunlight
with eyes open wide to fix scene of change
when we wriggle from cave of our first birth.
He understands form of his empty heart
when he explores flash of weird images
since we emerged from eggshell of our world
cracked at suddenness of our quick arrival.
He walks random circles on the blank beach
and fancies himself master of the maze
to feel how his body bulges with air
blown by sunflames to ripple on the sea.
The man flaps his arms like wings of the bird
but he remains solid on slippery sand
and wonders how like the serpent he is,
slithering across the world on hungry limbs.
He turns back to find our beginning place
but sees his footsteps on the sand of time
retreating backward to the cold abyss
where we evolved at hydrothermal vents.
We humans are the specter of the spheres
who meditate on secret of rebirth
revealed by amber auroras of Autumn
which connects our sponge brains to the White Whole.
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