We Lose Gorgeous People © Surazeus 2024 09 14 Since lonely people pass around their eyes we pretend Death is never waiting near to realign how we define the truth by building worlds that keep our mute hopes safe from monsters driving cars on hungry roads till our bodies welcome us back from stars. Through hopeless tragedy of untold tales we call each other in the rainy night till telephones trap our voices in wires that sizzle with electric angst of love beautiful enough to decorate tombs where unknown gods will never resurrect. Because we can never figure out how to jump over our own shadows of fate we jump over shadows of ones we love to share strange beauty of timeless sunlight then run with horses on the river shore till we get lost inside the mirror door. Since death is stillness of our surprised mind I keep in motion on the windy plain where my hands scatter apple seeds of faith to signify trail my ancestors blazed walking west ten thousand years beyond hope to find hidden garden of random luck. Though all the people I once loved have died they keep appearing in my doorless house and telling me about their lovely day how they refuse to leave notes that explain why we must disappear with spin of time as if we leave memories in sad hearts. Because humans feel small and afraid on this giant planet spinning in the void we invent concept of omniscient God who plans everything that happens on Earth to ease heart-aching sorrow crippling us when we lose gorgeous people we adore. When I get my eyes back from our blind god I stare into singing book of the sun that maps whole history of the universe in flashing neural network of my brain so I remember name of every soul who ever lives on every spinning world. My brain is receptive organ of love that channels conscious spirit of the Earth so when I sing among the apple trees I retransmit her memories of our lives in secret code of myth which I invent to fool Death that I am already dead.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus teaches students at Scythian Academy of Bards how to encode human memories in myth.
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