Speak With Wordless Voice © Surazeus 2024 09 15 Stripped of illusions based on old beliefs, my nameless body walks the signless road between ancestral homeland of my truth and naked wilderness of bitter hope till I become solid as light on stones so I speak with wordless voice of the wind. Alone in crowded city of lost souls, I hide my angel wings inside my lungs and listen to thoughts people try to hide as they wander somewhere in maze of myths in search for how to organize their hopes so they generate life before they die. Though people look at my face with clear eyes, and call me Orpheus with reverent awe, I feel no glow of joy from beams of love when they project their hopes into my heart, yet sweet arrows of their worshipful words pierce my stoic shield and fill me with zeal. When they torture my father on the cross, binding him to the Tree of Life with rage, and whipping him with sharp words of contempt, I feel his anguish writhing in my heart till zealous dragon of my righteous goal fuels my frank plot to exact just revenge. Just as I am about to strike with rage, intending to destroy cities of thieves, Ophelia takes my hand with candid smile and reveals psychic energy of fear that drives millions of people to attack shadows that conceal traumatic abuse. So I stand still and silent in town square beside Fountain of Youth where no one drinks, and watch eagle of justice glide above till I float upward in the empty sky, reversing fall from Heaven to watch tower where I choose to meditate without hate. Though I suffer anguish from harsh abuse, I choose to channel energy of rage to build new temple with bones of the dead where singing skulls of prophets may recite formulas that define physical laws adjusting spiral of our globe in space. Clothed in illusions of justice and truth, my faceless body stands in Hall of Tales to play role of kind prosecuting judge enforcing code of universal law to maintain justice in our game of life so we can create rather than destroy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus takes Ophelia on a date to the Grand Canyon where they meet ghosts of its beauty.
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