Lost Tomb Of Endymion © Surazeus 2023 01 07 The thing of beauty blooming in my eyes with loveliness of vast indifferent skies may comfort me in bower of sweet dreams with breathless murmur of her timeless streams but still will I pass into nothingness when I am full with ache of emptiness. Though I float on lake of despondency to overcome harsh sense of urgency I gasp for breath beneath dark crushing pall that shakes me with horror at sudden squall pouring from the broken celestial brink soul-flushing fountain of immortal drink. I would return to hill of daffodils to quench my thirst at sparkling forest rills but I lie trapped on broken ship of fears drifting nowhere windless ten thousand years on surging sea of existential dread that swirls with wordless grandeur in my head. Exotic essence surging through my mind mirrors ideal forms the craftsman designed when he turned his face through infinity to record time-twisting insanity with psychic code of riddles children sing while dancing in glow of the crystal ring. I want to smoothly steer my little boat on weeping river where dead angels float to find the farther shore where the dead walk in ancient temple built around the rock where the blind prophet spread his arms to preach vision of peace to pilgrims on the beach. Climbing rugged mountain before red dawn, I search for lost tomb of Endymion but find no sign of humans in dark woods except for vine-wound statues of dead gods whose blank eyes stare too deep into my soul till I relent and play my nameless role. No pleasant scene of meadows with fruit trees welcomes me with social analyses so I chase butterfly of secret tales till my feet pave the waste land with long trails because I hope to find the Book of Names that details winners and losers of games. I find Endymion on the global stage where he sings about the conceptual cage which blinds our eyes to complex truth of things now understood by fools with magic rings who open mirror door so we can go beyond bounds of reason where atoms flow.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, January 7, 2023
Lost Tomb Of Endymion
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