Earth Never Remembers My Name © Surazeus 2024 03 02 Since the Earth never remembers my name, which I carve into tombstone of my grave, I walk in shadows of her memories and sing expression of my sufferings because my vain search for paradise lost leads me to realize I create my own. Though the Earth never remembers my name, which I breathe as rain clouds in empty sky, I dance on lake shore of her memories with bold survivors of my family because our Tree of Life blossoms ripe fruit that nurtures fragile spirits of our minds. If the Earth never remembers my name, which flows in rivers to the fertile sea, I swim down to the hydrothermal vent where she generated my conscious mind from flashing chemicals of hungry hope that lives as immortal soul of my genes. While the Earth never remembers my name, which sprouts in flowers from dark fields of shame, I run along stream of her memories to construct temple of theology where I host grand feast of the sacrifice for refugees displaced by civil wars. While the Earth never remembers my name, which seethes from volcanoes of social change, I climb the highest mountain in the world to touch the first step on Stairway to Heaven, but fall back without wings of Icarus to carry me safe home to Wonderland. If the Earth never remembers my name, which I compose in storm-tuned symphony, I play piano in the fountain square where tourists gaze at sculpture of Neptune who stands watch on the stateless river shore to guard his home against invading thieves. Though the Earth never remembers my name, which I mold as idol of me from clay, I ponder how God is substance of things because she stands under material forms and dreams awake in visions of my brain for I am atoms flashing in the void. Since the Earth never remembers my name, which I program into computer code, I produce movies of her memories and sing expression of my ecstasies because I dwell in paradise of faith that I maintain with the person I love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, March 2, 2024
Earth Never Remembers My Name
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