This Is The Only Life © Surazeus 2023 10 01 This is the only life you have to live, explains the butterfly flapping frail wings that hurl hurricanes through eternity, so I stand on front porch of my strange home and stare with longing at the signless road that goes ever on and on from my door. I would like to touch the source of my grief so light from darkness of eternity would spark my soul awake from reverie to remember where I left you alone as if I could find my way back to you where you wait for me with cold kiss of death. Unbidden horror of ominous truth slips into fragile body of my soul with black juice dripping from poisonous fruit that quenches my thirst with sweet bitter truth so I walk around garden of dead trees and touch eternity inside their being. Through difficult effort of speaking truth I reach across abyss of silent time with tenuous relationship of trust that aids my mind with crippled raven wings to enter vast house of eternity where I prefer to keep still in strange light. The weight inside my body knows my fear which spinning needle of the compass twirls when I find center of the labyrinth that leads me deeper into cave of dreams where I create order from motif chaos to know the unknowable truth of being. Dark path I follow to year one of time pulls me through arbitrary fact of life because every road always goes both ways depending on the choice I will to make though I distrust my judgment of the truth which I still find with the wrong instrument. Alternative course beyond emptiness though I repeat myself with every dawn guides me through forest of eternity with outer wheel of knowing by the lake that disappears when I open my eyes so I find myself beside you at night. We change our destiny with every choice to swerve off road that our ancestors blazed based on pungent scent of fruit-blooming trees which startles me awake on empty field where ghosts still whisper stories of lost hope so I decide this world is paradise.
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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