Circle Of The World © Surazeus 2023 10 20 I never go back along road of life for I must progress toward my destiny which I create with every choice I make when I turn forth this way, and not that way, till I stand on lake shore where I began and realize I circled the entire world. When I follow blazing wheel of the sun I walk in circles around the whole world to always end up back where I began, so I note where the sun rises and sets and always follow its light toward the night till I break free from circle of the world. When I struggle, trapped in slough of despond, forever surging toward the flashing sun, I stop and float in nothingness of hope till I gain strength to rise above taut frame, then race beyond the world I know too well to find that Heaven emerges from Hell. While collecting apples, mushrooms, and eggs, I see stand on enormous mound of stone tall regal woman wearing long white gown and arching brass helmet with horse hair tufts who wields slender scepter with diamond tip that glitters bright as her sky-silver eyes. From spirit of my heart she creates life by generating with shape of my soul small replica who appears just like me, so I name our child she makes from my mind whose face mirrors maternal face of love when she follows my footsteps with delight. We walk together to explore far lands, small playful replica of my weird soul ever smiling with word-enchanting joy at beauty that forms circle of the world though everything we love crumbles in rain of constant change with turning of our globe. In footsteps of my father many years I followed unseen road of blazing light till he lay down from process of old age and disappeared in whisper of the wind while his frail bones form structure of our sphere that spins in circle of adjusting force. Someday far down the winding road of fate I will lie down at finish of my quest to vanish in soft glow of light on fruit while child who sprang from vision of my mind continues journey to follow the sun and find at least where She rests in her cave.
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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