It My Mind Perceives © Surazeus 2024 05 14 Through prism of blank words my mind perceives momentary gleam of weird conscious state that contemplates conceptual building frames containing timeless reference of the sign within totality monster of faith ephemeral as mist on the houseless plain. Recession of objects my mind perceives into wordless absence of conceptual thoughts evacuates doorless house of that sign which guides my journey towards its nonchalance with constant swirl of disappearing wheels each time we drive our wagon on the road. Unstable signified my mind perceives to disengage the scriptor I perform decides to represent coherent plot blind storyteller in frail chair relates about swift chase of lovers in dark woods who hide from horror in the doorless house. Trapped by taut sentences my mind perceives without strict boundaries of moral laws, we paint watercolor pictures of things in places lit with glow of memory resembling church steeples above lush trees with mysterious romance we want to share. Penetrated by it my mind perceives outside definable realm, as we know, we find narrative continuity in fractured fragments of riddles we solve without access to dictionary code devised by the jester to win our hearts. Involved in whole fabric my mind perceives, which constitutes matrix of unknown tales, I choose to do what might have changed my fate since I will never know with certainty what might have happened otherwise, despite spring water gleaming as gems in the pool. Circled by dream fragments my mind perceives as crumbs from bread dropped by the forest girl, I index pieces of my puzzling life which grim intent to narratize as myth random events of undramatic scenes where I stumble over forgotten lines. Shadowed by glow of it my mind perceives, faceless behind sun-glinted window glass, I try to review embarrassing scenes where I expose weakness of my mortal soul in stories I compose to evade death who waits patiently for me by the sea.
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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