Perceive The Why © Surazeus 2022 02 07 When the ghost wants to haunt the doorless house after she plays chess with death on the beach I paint new angel mask for her to wear so we can talk about philosophy that teaches us how to perceive the why which can never describe reality. Each Sunday we drive to the grocery store to purchase the basic necessities which support our quest for the Holy Grail stolen by the hitchhiker in the snow who studies riddles to perceive the why which mirrors illusions of the god mind. The ghost who was never someone describes how Death extracts rainbow soul from the heart that coils itself around the shaking globe though children in the playground chant sad hymns while chasing shadows to perceive the why which calculates how brains process weird truth. Though rock of salvation crumbles to sand at relentless laughter of godless seas I walk among white houses of my ghosts who read ancient myths in some holy book that fails to show how to perceive the why which flickers on the television screen. When the ghost fails to haunt the lonely house that walks through the American frontier I kneel in garden of the singing skull, where the last prophet finds tablets of tales, then translate riddles to perceive the why which designs how flowers breathe out the wind. So many houses on old signless streets entomb mute spirits of the baptized saints killed by the crownless virus of despair though they had prayed to their god in the clouds for new salvation to perceive the why which repeats love songs on the radio. My mind is not quite right as moonless rain, so I walk in the graveyard where mute ghosts whisper secrets long ago carved on stones which devils use to play fun baseball games hoping we forget to perceive the why which records our stories on tangled tape. When the ghost invites me to paint her face concealed by shimmer of eternity I hold her hand with confident desire we can generate new life with our love that inspires my song to perceive the why which can always describe reality.
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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