Quest To Find Truth © Surazeus 2023 08 20 Stuck forever on my quest to find truth, I continue to revise my world view, adjusting strict description of the real based on strange perceptions I analyze, so I can swerve lithe on Icarian wings to avoid injury from trap of desire. Old half-blind man with weed-entangled beard, who points crooked wand of wisdom with sneer beyond safe haven walls of paradise, counseling I follow ominous tract, blurs into my face glaring back at me from fractured mirror of eternity. Once I dispel harsh suffering of my soul I might savor victory over my death if I find, in dark tower of my mind, beautiful but sad Rapunzel who sings heart-wrenching elegies for noble heroes whose skulls sing in waste land of our Great Truth. Yet after trudging signless road through Hell, past blind pale gaunt horse of hungry despair, and gangs of cruel men fighting to the death, I find by poisoned well of the dark tower father Thamuris clutching stringless lyre as he attempts to sing with raspy voice. Since I must enjoy bitterness of failure I cackle at stark rain that never falls to realize I would never choose to die for grand idea of national pride though my father once ruled paradise lost with rusty sword still stained with blood of gods. Even though I fail to become myself as I strum Apollonian guitar strings about great glory of my Kingdom Come, I fight against Muses of Helicon to prove my tales tell truth with slanter power, yet they burn all my books in vestal halls. Since hoary crippled father of my heart deceived angry child of my mind with truth about ghost of the girl in the dark tower, I stray lost on the right way to her home, but find I climbed its height of dizziness from which I cannot descend without wings. My soul, engendered by some faceless god who hovers above with luminous wings, expands from seed of origin with lust to recreate myself from void of faith, so I wear new mask I mold from my pain that gleams with weird name I declare as mine. Though last to walk this desolated Earth on ancient never-ending quest of broken hearts to find the fertile Muse of endless truth, I stride with courage through the mirror door at click of hope that traps me in my dream where Calliope welcomes me with love. Two Muses born from union of our souls, when Melusine and I generate life, immortal soul of genes in mortal kids, bury my corpse under the apple tree and dwell with their mother in the dark tower where they wear the masks they mold from my face.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, August 20, 2023
Quest To Find Truth
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