Face Between The Stars © Surazeus 2024 10 13 The face between the stars is my own face for I am soul of light in human form, just like every soul who has ever lived, so when I look at you I look at me, separate bodies from one immortal sea, but I can only guess your secret thoughts. Each year I leave the city where I work constructing houses for rich faceless gods, and spend vacation by the swirling sea to chat with Mother Mermaid about life, but every piece of advice she repeats is proverb written in the Ancient Book. I hear in voice of wind the secret song long hidden in heart of the lonely girl who smiles brightly as she teaches young kids how to calculate progress of their fate, while flag above her school waves in the wind to signal coming of the cosmic herald. Her father, who sold Bibles door to door, plays chess with other old men in the park, though rain storm sweeps away their strategies with umbrellas tumbling down the highway till hurricane, caused by the butterfly, dissipates to breeze that brushes her hair. She asks the man in the moon to retrieve painting of the white-eyed vireo she made to prove beyond any shadow of doubt that sunlight weaves out bodies from dream code, since humans can never fly to escape maze of myths that trap us in our beliefs. This house where I live with ghosts of my past is dream of the house where I was not born which always appears on side of the road no matter where I walk around the world, so I sit in bombed library to type complex riddles that prophesy the truth. Each skull I find in rubble of the war smiles up at me with charm of innocence, so I line them all on museum shelves beside skulls of Hamlet and Orpheus when Saturn, the old security guard, falls asleep watching movies on his phone. Awake as concept of the social game, I realize I am in love with the girl who lives on the other side of the world, but I cannot find store of Icarus to buy wings so I can fly to her home and give her sacred diamond of my heart.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, October 13, 2024
Face Between The Stars
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Orpheus calls to me from his special spot in the museum to explain that all is vanity of vanities.
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