When I Pull Words © Surazeus 2024 03 06 When I pull words out of my open eye, I see disturbing smears of rainbow ghosts resolve from dragons into human souls who ask me how to catch the falling flame so we can see each other in the dark exchanging faces to become the stars. I open story-locked library door when I pull words out of my open eye with shy alacrity of brisk despair to drive vast city maze of gleaming towers on noble quest to find the rusty sword hurled by the last king in the lake of hope. Startled by vehement zeal of my heart to climb the highest mountain in the world when I pull words out of my open eye, I turn around to watch the ocean waves reflect face of my mother on the moon who gives me wings I forget how to use. I share with those I love the dreams I find half buried with tangled roots in moist soil to prove how much I love the way they sing when I pull words out of my open eye with aching ardor of persistent faith fueled by avidity of transient thoughts. When I pull words out of my open eye the first time we meet on the timeless beach, I give you fruit I stole from the blind snake who sings of sorrow in the tree of life because I savor pleasure of your heart with melancholy joy each time you laugh. I leave the modern world of games behind when I pull words out of my open eye to stand on ocean beach beneath gold clouds where I feel as if I go back in time millions of years to the primal dream hour when our first mother wakes from dreamless state. Eager to measure size of spinning Earth that spirals from first flash of the big bang when I pull words out of my open eye, I stand before crowds of lost refugees and preach weird vision of our new world order based on justice and equal rights for all. I gaze at faces of the nameless people who gather around me in ring of stones to hear me sing cupidity of love when I pull words out of my open eye with bold compassion of the star-blind bard before I swim in the ocean to drown.
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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