Topography Of The Mind © Surazeus 2023 03 13 Slow butterflies on glass chrysanthemums tolerate absence of the lightning god who chats with ravens in the holm oak tree about strange beauty of the violin that defines topography of the mind where the laughing horse eats your holy book. Sad clown in dark abandoned theater stares at mask of his face he never wears after tearing up the script of his life never witnessed by spectators with wings who gamble to escape their obvious fate to never measure chasm of the mind. The absent guide of unearthly respect throws pages of her fake biography in heavenly wind of symbolized hope to dispel mirage of her ancient soul which liberates my moonwhite consciousness for sparrows to fly out the open window. Lost antique land of seven houseless hills lures me to touch weird beauty of this land which no human can ever claim is theirs based on map of absence I draw with blood from bodies of people who lived here first to run beyond horizon of the mind. Because I belong to another road where I will never walk in this lifetime I look back on my own ancestral trail to hear their voices searching for the truth that floats diaphanous over blind lakes till all my roads converge inside my mind. The unplucked string of the broken guitar wakes ghost of every soul killed in world war so I make new mask for each one to wear so they might remember who they once were more lithe than wild salmon caught in the weir while clutching compass of the voiceless choir. Purple wisteria draped on southern pines veil my evening meditation with scent sweet as broken wineglass on mansion lawn where buzzing bodies of humans embrace to generate meaning in words we speak that diffuse mystery of the covenant. I am only me in this frame of flesh awake with lightning of the glass guitar because my heart ranks on the starless scale heavy with sorrow of the nameless dead who animate my journey back to Eden where Melusine always welcomes me home.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, March 13, 2023
Topography Of The Mind
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