Ghost Embodied By You © Surazeus 2024 05 14 The sweet enchantment that corrupts my mind with anguish for strange beauty of the world, when someone sings with fragile voice of hope about elusive mystery of the sea and soul-enhancing fragrance of bright flowers, I try to dispel through wry irony. By telling you of everything I know, and feel about how I perform my role, I hide everything that is really true through misdirection of my rambling tale in desperate bid to divert your sly view so you will never see me as I am. The scenes you see in faded photographs obstruct fraught currents of long-done events so no one ever sees what happened then which blinds us to why what occurs today hijacks our frail sense of security, and leaves us stranded on a wind-thrashed sea. Banalities of popular romance, us lost now in the middle of our journey in jagged mountains veiled by godless clouds, our reversal on wave-swirled sands of time, and deadly cost of hope we pay for fear, are signs that lead us forever nowhere. Ambiguous syntax of the broken gate, that proves we suffer more than people do, highlights our passion to contrive our fate with spells for nothing that can be undone as if we are but raindrops in the sun, which leaves us puzzled with another clue. So when I wake in dreamy marble hall, where idol of my mother by cracked wall rattles with wordless songs of mute desire, I hide my face with mask of Lucifer to fool the Devil in the bathing pool with illusion of my true character. Mechanical projection of my soul, fueled by aggressive poverty of doom, lures me to trudge in swirls of stinging rain till I find secret theater with orange door where I can watch whole history of the world re-enacted for our dramatic age. Though endless silence of long burned-out stars is answer to all strange questions of life, I laugh at illusion of our old faith that Earth emanates Spirit of the Mind as beautiful ghost embodied by you who gazes at me now with human eyes.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Ghost Embodied By You
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