Zero Time Of Nothingness © Surazeus 2024 01 04 Bewildered by sudden blink of the star that misguides me on signless road of hope, I walk in laughter of cold mountain tears that try to keep my eye open with truth, but I disappear even from myself when I forget to look in Lake of Souls. Since the Earth turns my whole world upside down with each rotation of its hungry eye so all our houses dangle in bright gloom, I drink water from wound of the cracked stone to taste bitter horror of apple juice that poisons my brain with songs of birds. Inverted by completion of each day so I almost fall backward in my grave, the Earth endows my heart with loneliness as gift of conscious ruth I must accept, which urges me to call invented name as if someone I once loved lurks nearby. My eyes walk forward on the unforked road with heavy footsteps of conceptual fear toward subtle shadows of shifting sunrays while I chew laughter with my starving brain to taste sweet passion of addictive death who calls me with voice of the haughty crow. Since no one with any face waits for me, I spend the morning stepping on dirt clumps till my attention creates mountain ghost who sends thick swarms of insects at my eyes as gleaming sunlight in wild dancing oaks swallows my words in loud blue river flow. I almost know the reason I am dead with mute paralysis of hungry hope that binds my body to the spinning Earth till I am dizzy with excessive joy that sparks ascension of my screaming brain to stand again on steep slope of the world. I count quick zero time of nothingness that never wrecks unspooling frame of words with bold persistence of aggressive breath which powers urgence of my soul rebirth through fierce inauguration of my speech when I proclaim intention to live why. Secure in my fragile body of bones, I wake from weird hallucination vibe that radiates heat from cracked egg of my mind so I perceive again new blinking star that guides my quest to find the secret cave where Moon Woman gives birth to my lost soul.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, January 4, 2024
Zero Time Of Nothingness
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