No Shadow Remembers © Surazeus 2022 01 24 No shadow remembers shape of the door that hides infinity of nothing new. We give each other what we want in turn however much it costs in terms of truth because we fear the falling of the rain. I wear the mask of sadness I create. Clara washes dishes in the back room while pretty girls get diamonds from rich boys. Clutching basket of apples to her breast, she rides the bus two hours to her home where she studies accounting till she sleeps. Leaves fall in the park where she never plays. Darrin programs computers with weird code that manipulates the meaning of time. Playing video games on the giant screen, he lounges on roof of apartment tower where eyeless angels writhe in ecstasy. Clouds spiral over shining city maze. Clara runs to library late at night to escape men chasing her in the wind. Darrin challenges the men to a fight then buys her supper in the quaint cafe so they laugh as they share stories of life. The handless demon plays jazz on piano. People attending art gallery show view paintings of angels bleeding in rain. Clara in mink fur coat and diamond tiara walks with Darrin among elegant guests who praise beautiful terror of his art. Wings torn from her heart flap fishly in gloom. Too beautiful for sorrow of this world, Clara wanders pregnant in misty woods. After giving birth to a wingless angel, she bleeds to death on the hill of white snow, surrounded by white wolves with sea-blue eyes. The new-born girl suckles milk from the sun. Darrin teaches his daughter how to sing hymns in harmony with the flashing rain. Richard grills burgers at the country bar while Cathy plays guitar on smoky stage and sings about the boy with wolfish eyes. The owl with golden eyes watches it all. Cathy and Richard hike the winding trail in rugged foothills around Mount Rainier. Sipping hot chocolate on high mountain slope, they watch stars twinkle in the Milky Way, wondering which ones burned out ages ago. Two frail shadows glow on the mountain top.
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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