Secret Of Timeless Joy © Surazeus 2024 12 28 If I search for simple heart-warming place to relax from ambition of the race for glamorous fame of power through wealth, I may find secret paradise through stealth, asleep in alleyway behind the bank where I dream I achieve the highest rank. I want to escape the game of world power to lounge in the meadow and hold the flower that conceals the secret of timeless joy when I gain release from role as the toy manipulated by the rich to do their will so I can earn enough to pay the bill. Tangled in mess of social obligations, contrived to maintain system of strong nations, I walk forever through the cityscape that constantly shifts beyond its mapped shape, so I never find my wife in our home though I decide to adjust where I roam. Embraced in privacy of our desire, we kiss to music of the city choir, so we decide to return to our place, but then she vanishes without a trace when she drives away on the gray moped, zooming away after the light turns red. I walk through endless angled corridors past ghostly shadows of half-open doors, through museums, stores, cathedrals, and schools, and factories where elves invent strange tools, then along the river down strips of grass, still hoping to find my literature class. Up steep stairways with frantic intent I climb toward office of the president who commissions me to make new world view, so I design castle for Xanadu till my wife texts me on the flashing phone while I wander lost in the twilight zone. Somewhere in vast city of buildings and parks I sense my wife is singing with the larks, so I keep walking through its crowded streets, attempting to organize mental receipts, till sudden wind scatters my words to the sky so I laugh with joy that there is no why. Inventing reason for our sweet romance based on practical concerns of finance, I maintain fantasy of daily life to support creative projects of my wife who transforms wilderness of tangled trees into Dream Garden I access with keys.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, December 28, 2024
Secret Of Timeless Joy
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Orpheus rescues Ophelia from the River Styx after searching everywhere in vain for the dead Eurydice, so they get married and buy a house in the suburbs.
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