Almost Hear Earth Speak © Surazeus 2023 07 29 When I walk in sun of the silent Earth Diogenes in barrel of grim pride asks me if I can hear her anguished cry, so I watch fish swim in the burbling stream to think about mortality of life as my grave is shaped like teardrop of hope. The old man with the tangled wizard beard who sneaks oatmeal cookie he should not eat asks me if I can hear the mute Earth sing, so I pretend I can with careful grin because the Earth keeps screaming at my mask about exhaust from factories and cars. Long after I am dead ten thousand years young children running in field where I live will see my face in glowing clouds of time disguised as marble figurine who smiles beyond cleft in logical space of truth till we deign to hear the Earth tell us why. So I climb ladder to the empty room because the key of knowledge I designed that opens door to temple of sad ghosts is lost in river of the tongueless seer who searches for vanished ocean of love where wingless angels drown in womb of time. Still writing rough draft of his false memoirs Diogenes explains cause and effect that flows from actions of our grasping hands since we ignore windy voice of the Earth describe her agony of hostile hope through infinite progression of regrowth. With concentrated beam of morning light, that aims atomic thoughts at frozen lakes still glowing with electric purple sheen, young lovers meet by walls of paradise who offer apples to clock in the oak that speaks for the Earth with courageous voice. When I stand blind outside door of my home long after I cease my quest for the grail I almost hear Earth speak about her pain which she expresses through the hurricane when angels dance from hollow heart of love to sing sweet hymns on holy night of birth. So when I leave this wild immigrant land to return to my homeland torn by war I will carve my true name on altar stone to honor Jupiter Diogenes, the wisest fool who ever lived on Earth because only he ever heard her sing.
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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