Crow Who Controls Rain © Surazeus 2024 04 06 I should not be frightened that the glass moon makes noises strange as bells in vale of bones as if tall trees notice I am alive so I circle time with transparent words to encode history with secretive keys that invent the future we want to live. Holding light of rain in their ancient hands, our mothers walk along the river shore to give their children treasures of the past till they wander lost with the fractured moon in the wrong country where rain never weeps because when we see them they disappear. My sorrow-shrinking bones that crack with fear give silence to faceless strangers who seek gift of water from the great windless plain where only wooden wheels of time are left no more to roll toward the last lemon grove where we try to free our spirits from time. Time doubles with each day that slips away with sudden shock of naked ecstasy when we dive into lake of screaming eyes then crouch beside the tangled bush of vines to eat raspberries black as eyes of death who gives us seeds we plant in wordless hearts. Someone may haunt me with arrogant love that bothers me how tree roots eat my heart till ancient mothers weep for the drowned god who floats just out of reach on lake of fire because their hands wring our frail bodies dry though we argue with the ones we love. The tears of other people drown my brain with heart-breaking memories that are not mine though I keep reaching to achieve the moon but find its apple glowing in my hand which stings my heart with sorrow of desire when I consume strange words people express. Because I decide to name everything with tangled breath of tongue-conceiving hope my heart will reincarnate desperate wind translating cries of people suffering pain to beautiful songs that enchant the crowd when I play the lost lyre of Mercury. Now I will tell you this fantastic tale that you should not believe was ever real about messiah sleuth of clever wiles born in dire poverty from the mute girl who teaches him to see beyond the world till he becomes the Crow who controls rain.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, April 6, 2024
Crow Who Controls Rain
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