Eruption Of The Mountain © Surazeus 2024 05 18 Wild roaring wind that shakes the stoic pines cares nothing for dramatic lives of men who contest over who will rule the land, extracting minerals of conceptual wealth from bountiful bosom of Mother Earth, then leaves our sorrows scattered on wet streets. When secret ministry of frost transforms my meditative heart with secret code from fierce ambitious youth to solemn age, my eyes relive how children of my soul grow from babes in cradles to wise adults who follow eager hope down misty roads. My heart that pulses with ambitious faith, driving me down roads of creative play across deserts and mountains many years, now aches with numb contentment of desire from high achievement of my secret aim to sing in tune with Spirit of the Earth. Strolling stone-bounded shore of Lethe Stream among tall humming pines of eyeless ghosts, I linger in wide meadow where no birds sing routine songs of romantic desire, and gaze at gray clouds rolling from the sea that veil my vision of celestial realms. Beside the gushing river of lost dreams the old gray-bearded wizard of my soul, whose spirit wanders still in mountain vales, waves twisted oak wand with his gnarly hands that dispels clouds to reveal awful sight of his ancient mountain frosted with snow. As if enormous dragon with long neck stomps boldly forth from cave of chthonic rage, the whole world shakes with sudden rumbling roar when that ancient frosted mountain erupts with thunderous explosion of gray clouds that billow thick into the silver sky. We recreate the stories of our lives from scattered memories of our random hopes when we retrieve fragments of vivid fears to assemble puzzle of paradise as safe haven that could preserve our souls though we fade into twilight of our dreams. Though eruption of that mountain of fire seemed to portend apocalypse of greed, forty-four years of progress has transformed spirit of our nation from innocence to imperial pride of democracy that scatters ash of freedom on the world.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, May 18, 2024
Eruption Of The Mountain
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