My Blind Mother © Surazeus 2023 11 12 My blind mother, who walks on flowing stream, lost her eyes when she gambled with the sun in vain attempt to save my soul from pain, but I can only see her now in dream holding fabric of my being she had spun from sparkling compassion of morning rain. My blind mother, who holds in thirsty hands writhing dragon of moral honesty, explains how best to navigate despair when searching for treasure of unowned lands, contrived to enhance psychic modesty with desperate magic of the evening prayer. My blind mother, who invented my name from tangled mystery of apple-tree roots, leads me by hand on signless road of faith which may at last leave me trapped by world fame through thought machine of global institutes designed to contain wildness of the wraith. My blind mother, who sings hymns in the church which celebrate resurrection of power, insulates my brain in robotic shell, so I search for God where grim gargoyles perch on spiraling dome of the cosmic flower that lures me with siren song to her well. My blind mother, who fishes for my heart that swims on serpent wings of arrogance in sunless sea, teaches me how to play game of chess based on negotiable chart which helps me analyze malevolence when I preside in court on judgment day. My blind mother, who performs role of queen in bold play that critiques structures of power based on social realist principles, descended from daughter of Melusine, sings alone in secret room of the tower about how souls are beams of particles. My blind mother, who changes blood to wine with bass vibration of her moon-core voice, decides to prophesy end of the world in cryptic harmony with our bloodline that legislates global freedom of choice in world game enforced by the cosmic herald. My blind mother, who opens her soul mask to weep flowers in pool of the green moon, becomes best friends with the giant white cat as they work together on sacred task discussing how children of the commune are formed by names born of their habitat.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, November 12, 2023
My Blind Mother
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