Sing To Unlearn Time © Surazeus 2024 06 10 Each day I wake I sing to unlearn time that blooms as flowers from my rotting corpse, so I drive my car on the country road that winds among fields of sun-golden wheat where ghosts of farmers wave as I drive by on my way to Heaven beyond the stars. I lie by the hearth of warm crackling flames and listen to sparrows in maple trees imitate love songs on the radio which always make tears flow out of my eyes to water fields where wheat sways in the wind that leads me down to the river of stars. Though my heart trembles with leaves in the trees I search everywhere and ask everyone where my beloved would go without me, but no one understands code words I slur, so I climb high mountains and swim deep seas, and fly to find them somewhere in the stars. Three graces in the temple by the sea spin sinews of my body from dark light so I become fraught landscape of my mind by dancing with illusion of the truth while holding thread of my existing soul till I become our planet among stars. Though I was born with happiness of faith that we are specks of dust in wind of time, I reach out to touch the eye-swirling moon, but all I grasp is ripe fruit in the tree that remains as evidence of my crime while I sort through words that fall from the stars. When I record the bitter consequence that results from actions my hands commit, strangers snatch words of sorrow from my mouth so I invent new language to express mysterious happiness searing my heart with eerie music from forgotten stars. I swim in suffering of forbidden lakes to catch fish of centuries as they pass while you spark warm fire inside ring of stones so we can roast rich wisdom of sad ghosts who hide our stories in unbroken stones that wait billions of years by sea of stars. With rhythm of triangulated thought I count birds on statues of long-dead gods to understand the secret of true love stolen by crows on telephone lines, determined to assert their right to live as souls generated by eyeless stars.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus teaches poets and fools and politicians how to unlearn time.
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