Knowledge Of True Love © Surazeus 2023 09 02 Bread and cheese on round table by the door discuss philosophy with apple juice to understand why light slants in the window that illustrates old sorrows of mankind we give each other with unspoken words in painting of last duchess on the wall. Tracing origins of genetic coils back through aggressive bodies of my mothers who journey nameless on the river shore, I wake in forest of tall apple trees where I see face of my dead mother smile from glowing cloud above the distant lake. The man with the hunting rifle of fear invades Garden of Eden at midnight to steal rainbow wings of the serpent queen who screams with laughter at the broken moon till millions of people driving in cars wake startled with strange knowledge of the sky. While strolling with the busy crowd at noon of office workers heading out to lunch, I float slow in sudden epiphany that fills my mind with knowledge of the world explaining rise and fall of world empires based on the humbleness of men in power. Running backward in cheering stadium, lithe quarterback hurls the pig-skin football ten thousand miles into the starless sky where Apollo catches it in his arms then runs across the spinning galaxy to score touchdown in black hole of the heart. Sixty thousand Children of Israel who escape slavery in City of Angels dance in torrential rain on muddy plain around tall statue of the Burning Man till tornadoes spiral from whirling bodies and howl with the knowledge of good and evil. By eating mushrooms of the holy mind that sprout from bodies rotting on wet sand I feel immortal soul of atoms shine from pulsing black hole of my dreaming brain so I remember when first mother wakes while crawling river stream to lake of dreams. Yet after all these visions fade away at gleam of rainbows after thunderstorm that crackles over verdant hills of hope, I see bread and cheese on the dining table, so I smile at nameless ghost in the door who kisses me with knowledge of true love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, September 2, 2023
Knowledge Of True Love
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