Who I Have Become Today © Surazeus 2022 02 01 If I could evade death another day to walk in shadow of your light, I will decide how far down signless road of hope I can leap through strange swirls of rain to find hidden cave where you are the reborn soul who knows my secret name, so I love you. I write new letter to you every day to express vision of life we could live together by the apple tree of love, yet before I can mail them to your heart they turn into ravens and fly away, taking my love for you into the sky. Each time I walk through grove of apple trees to visit your home by the sparkling lake I pause in shadow of desire, alone with aching sorrow of wind, mute as snow that translates sunlight into fear of death, then run away before our play begins. Every day I wake from dream of the flower I feel like someone else I could not be so I steal my name from grave of the dead to play their role in theater of faith till I vanish in shadow of myself and become someone else after I die. I am never the same person I was the day before I wake in awe of time because the sun keeps spinning in the sky, so I sit by the sparkling lake of dreams and wonder who I have become today, then live their life as if I cannot die. Yet when I pause in door of some strange house to look at the face I must wear today, who smiles at me from mirror of desire, I see the stranger I must name, then face strangers who walk past me in crowded streets, so I become each person I perceive. I am so many other people I forget the original self I am which emanates from faceless stone of truth on which I carve the first name of my soul I gave myself ten thousand years ago since I keep waking up as someone else. Though I evade death with every rebirth as stranger who evolves from my first self I speak the ancient name of wind and rain to redefine that self I want to play, then laugh when I realize I am still me, for I will love you, whoever you are.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Who I Have Become Today
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