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Friday, January 31, 2025

Eye Of Lost Time

Eye Of Lost Time
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

To see whole oceans in one water drop 
while on his journey of authority, 
Feraldus picks spot by the lake to stop 
and cup water with curiosity, 
but all he perceives in eye of lost time 
is dream of angels evolving from slime. 

Arriving at his cottage by the elm, 
where his rational wife Savia bakes pies, 
Feraldus studies nature of the helm 
that sailors spin to navigate the skies, 
then daydreams of his childhood as soft chimes 
of freedom ring for revolutionary times. 

Determined to measure state of the mind 
reflected in mirror of the Self Pool, 
Feraldus strides in boots Bacchus designed 
for exploring basement of the seer school 
where demons haunt the hearts of lonely souls 
who spend all afternoon outlining goals. 

Watching her husband tramp in fields of wheat, 
Savia calculates what our nation needs 
to overcome mute anguish of defeat 
is how the country farmer sows hope seeds, 
based on conceptual tropes of social roles 
when lovers dance around flowered maypoles. 

While eating apple pie and mint ice cream, 
Feraldus ponders strange state of the land. 
"Castles once protected the royal dream 
where people lived under one guiding hand, 
but cannons destroy walls of paradise 
so now failed kings must be the sacrifice." 

Hundreds of people escaping from war 
when their castle is smashed by cannon balls, 
crowd hungry and frightened around their door, 
so they welcome refugees in safe halls, 
and organize how they work on the farm, 
who sing praises of Savia for her charm. 

Kneeling before children on the lake shore, 
Feraldus cups dirt in his hands and grins. 
"We are but dust and shadow, Horace sang, 
but we see the world in one grain of sand, 
Blake countered, for we are atoms of light 
swerving in the void on our spirit flight." 

When Angel of Death in long black robe 
appears from flash of lightning on the hill, 
Savia runs and finds Feraldus dead, 
struck in the heart by arrow of free will, 
so she buries him under the pear tree 
where his atoms become crows who fly free. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus lays flowers on the grave of Feraldus as he chants "pulvis et umbra sumus" while scattering pear seeds on the ground.

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