Paint World Of Forms © Surazeus 2024 02 18 Ripples from small rock he throws in the lake vibrate with song of birds in wind-swayed trees, yet flowers for the dead along the path explain how his conscious mind turns to dust when orange sunset glows among bare oak limbs to dissolve the world of forms into dreams. Pulling leather gloves over his soft hands, the boy digs narrow holes in soggy soil, hammers thick poles till they stand tall as trees, then winds barbed-wire around them in long coils, all while ravens in huge oaks by the lake discuss the world of forms that clutter dreams. Strolling among bare oaks on dusty road, he thinks they are listening to his thoughts, so he remembers when his mother laughs while digging cabbages, carrots, and beets to boil vegetable stew on iron stove which adjusts the world of forms to fit dreams. Strange quiet of the evening haunts the field where horses swish their tails in lonely breeze till sorrow hides in shadows of tall oaks that lingers vaguely over unmarked grave where no one of interest waits for the moon to conjure the world of forms from false dreams. Deep blueness of the lake reflects the sky where clouds become dark shadow of his heart despite how long the boy sits by the oak to watch how birds dive swift with clarity and spear the wriggling fish with ardent faith in visions the world of forms weaves from dreams. Smiling with beauty that dazzles his eyes, the blonde girl pours apple juice in the glass and gives it to him with elegant grace, so he reaches out to caress her cheeks but the deer she turns into flees away back to the world of forms clouding his dreams. The woman who became pillar of salt waits by the rippling lake for him to come, while grief of loss from death burns in her heart as ghost that searches for his startled face when idol of beauty crumbles to dust that shadows world of forms crushing his dreams. While the girl in pink gown with fairy wings dances ballet among sunset-gold trees, the boy in blue jeans with furry wolf ears plays violin to spark the summer storm till they embrace in drama of desire that would paint world of forms based on his dreams.
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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