I Contemplate The Mystery © Surazeus 2023 11 08 When I walk to the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch dances in moonlight, I feel my sorrows dissipate in breeze that swirls from darkest shadow of the world so I begin to float over the trees while I contemplate the mystery of flight. Though I wait at the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch bakes spiced pumpkin pie, I watch ants build empire of pyramids that covers the globe with their busyness so I build new Bridge of Forgetfulness where I contemplate the mystery of why. If I sing at the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch carves runes on house doors, I could record whole history of the Earth in sweet ballads of romantic despair so I write tingling spells on swirling mist as I contemplate the mystery of love. When I run from the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch puts me in her heart, I approach the weird antique cabinet that lurks inside the empty house we bought where ghosts of all the people I love hide since I contemplate the mystery of death. While I dream near the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch glares at me with eyes that open wide infinity of truth, I swerve straight with expression of free will to drink from cave spring of the Flying Horse till I contemplate the mystery of Her. Till I fly through the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch mocks my humble pride, I untwist motives of arcane intent to sing ancestral spell of grim insight when I relax in Pegasus Cafe while I contemplate the mystery of truth. Because I map the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch transforms her star soul into green glowing skeleton of glass, I hold her hand as we walk signless road toward new City of Opportunity if I contemplate the mystery of fate. We journey to the edge of Spider Wood where the Raven Witch gives me diamond heart that hatches from the cosmic god-eyed egg which spirals into galaxies of worlds where we make love with consciousness of faith so I contemplate the mystery of life.
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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