Castles Built Of Sand © Surazeus 2024 08 27 My wing-chained feet are searching for the Earth so I can find the people I love most, but when I ask the ancient butterfly she tells me how rivers flow in reverse, now empty of grace, to comprehend thirst, though my soul levitates with silent breath. Stepping down from high Glow Cloud of the mind, I map strange territory of the night, intent on condensing time through the word tangled with desires we dare not express with respect to contentment of the field from which our children spring on hopeful wings. Stricken with grief for strangers who are killed in terrible accidents or cruel war, I breathe light of the Glow Cloud who decides to unpeel orange of elemental truth that makes me drunk when I consume its why till you find my name written in the sky. Hanged in the oak tree of rotating fate by the king who thinks he controls the world, I forgive my ancestors for the pain they cause the people whose homes they destroy in our thousand-year conquest of despair when I inherit castles built of sand. Eager to accept anguish of the world, I toss bird of my heart up to the sky so she brings weird riddle of the Glow Cloud that reveals secret of the eyeless god who teaches me how to find songs in stone smoothed by ten millions years of water flow. Plucking taut strings on lyre of Mercury, that vibrate with pure music of the spheres, I sing strange story of humanity preserved in hibiscus flower of faith when the river goddess appears on shore and gives war refugees ripe pears to eat. Humble acolyte of the heron seer, who splits my adamant heart with calm love, carves arcane riddles of philosophy on bones of my arms to calculate way we need to go on road of everywhere to understand precepts of morning wind. Wearing white dress of her essential grief, woven from scarlet threads of failed romance, daughter of the river with book of fate performs in temple of the fractured mirror her role in global pageant of rebirth that we attend in castles built of sand.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, August 27, 2024
Castles Built Of Sand
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Orpheus teaches his children how to build castles from the ever-flowing sand of time.
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