Cottage By The Elm © Surazeus 2025 02 22 Trinkets people made with creative hands flicker in sunlight as they twist and turn in river breeze blowing them where they hang from limbs of the ancient elm on the hill where ghosts of people who lived in the vale gather to feast at cottage by the elm. I watch rich drama of their life unfold for each ghost gathered in the river vale who lived and died in time of endless change each generation for ten thousand years, flames of life bright with energy of love till they vanish at cottage by the elm. I hear their voices echo in lush groves as they express dialogues of desire to negotiate through romantic love who will generate life in children named for spirits who glow in each river stone though they linger at cottage by the elm. I stand alone in small deserted town by long-dried well surrounded by quaint homes where ghosts of many generations float nameless outside frames of old photographs though I can almost seen them in sun gleams where they dream me at cottage by the elm. I feel vibration of their hopes and dreams radiate from river stones on cobbled streets where they walked on daily routines of faith to maintain bodies with chemical flash of psychic passion programmed by lost myths, emanations at cottage by the elm. I feel their conscious memories of joy, transformed from fear by hymns of honest faith, program how my brain perceives complex world framed by mythic context of bleak despair which motivates my quest to find the truth hidden as ghosts at cottage by the elm. I strum the lyre of Mercury with care and sing enchanting melodies of faith so trees and stones vibrate with conscious glow, or so I imagine as I sing spells which translate river flow to human song, long trapped by time at cottage by the elm. Names of every person who ever lived on every planet in the universe glow before my eyes as sunlight on water, so I record their tales in Book of Life while chanting epic of human desire to live in peace at cottage by the elm.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Saturday, February 22, 2025
Cottage By The Elm
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Orpheus visits every deserted village in every river vale of the Earth to record the name and life of every person who ever lived in epic of human desire.
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