Fractured Door To Happiness © Surazeus 2023 10 25 When I grasp eternity in the grape and sing like Phoebus to the starry sky about how humans evolved from the ape I might begin to feel the reason why souls form from sunlight in the fertile womb of Earth that swallows us back in the tomb. Cursed by divine consciousness of self, we bind immortal soul with mortal name through machine of language on the book shelf by composing our own script for the game so we can stabilize our spinning world at seventh coming of the cosmic herald. Anointed with oil of sea-dragon brain, I transcend mortal frame in flashing dream through vision reflected in drops of rain that reveals how we incarnate in stream of genes that spiral through first flash of fate from hydrothermal vent with our soul mate. Through paralyzed force of my shapeless form I gesture without motion to extend weird variations of one psychic norm, born as the hollow man who must pretend to rule vast colorless kingdom of death when I utter the magic shibboleth. As last church bell rings soft beneath the sea I stand on theater stage to express compassion for children who lose the key that opens fractured door to happiness though bombs reduce to rubble their world view because their savior missed deceptive cue. Heart aching with despair at shocking horror that children are slaughtered in brutal war, I shake hands with blind devil in the mirror who sells skull of Orpheus in his store to prove sad prophet of the screaming whale would never put paradise up for sale. Jagged ridges of mountain ranges fade into the distant sorrow of blue haze till Earth and Sky dissolve in wounded shade that stretches anguish of my searching gaze till my heart understands beauty you see when you sing to me with faith of the free. Though we are strangers in the world of light our spirits walk together on Star Road to ponder solutions for bitter plight we suffer when we fail to ask God Toad how to live in harmony with the Tao as I pluck peaches from the Golden Bough.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Fractured Door To Happiness
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