Dark Snake Of My Heart © Surazeus 2024 07 29 Dark snake that slithers in gold grass is mine, deadly thoughts gleaming with poisonous hope, so I play haunting melody of love on ancient flute, carved from frail dragon bone by first mother who rose from lake of dreams, to wake her spirit in play of my brain. Bundling sage in clump of desperate fear, I burn dry sorrow with flame of desire, then dance in gold grass with my eyeless snake to remove strange negative energy while chanting wordless spells of ardent faith that connect my heart to dream of the Earth. Feisty woman, who first invents the door to hide strange beauty of the morning sky, caresses my cheek with serpentine hand, and whispers riddles hidden in the breeze that carries scent of the river to me so I name dark snake writhing in my hand. My mother becomes old hills draped in snow so I become the wall that no one sees when people gather in my empty house to hide from thunderstorm of sudden change, yet each time I open the door of time the same willow tree waves to me with joy. Standing every day on the signless road, I give apples to each soul passing by, and they give me coin stamped with face of God who hides in gold grass where I fear to tread because I want to be friends with the dead so they will explain mystery of true love. After I write poems on paper with blood they escape my hand as red butterflies chased by ghost children in fields of gold grass where dark snake of my heart guards them from death so I gesture with my sun-freckled hand though stars disappear from my empty eyes. Dark snake of my heart with the face of God opens her eyes so the dawn sun can rise and fill my doorless house with singing ghosts who lead me past statue of the sad girl so when I stand on the wild ocean shore I forge gold ring of truth from swirling waves. When I return to secret cave of dreams, I find the small child who sprang from my heart painting image of me on wall of stone, then she smiles at me with eyes bright with hope, so I teach her how to chant magic spells to make dark snake of the weird world her own.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus teaches me how to make dark snake of the weird world my own.
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