Invent New Words For How © Surazeus 2024 10 10 When language flows in waterfall of words I wear face of the sun to hide the gloom that billows from deep fountain of my heart when I explain vast emptiness of truth as meaning that exists without the word since life occurs outside dream of my mind. While walking in the field of singing trees I close my eyes to see light of the world that glows from hills of animating wind so I feel aching body of my mind connect my soul to spinning of the globe which fills my heart with pulsing breath of hope. Instead of hiding in safe cave of ghosts when glowing Cloud God dumps rain on my head I turn my face up toward infinity to taste conceptual wisdom of the light that pierces my heart with sweet loneliness because I forget words to explain why. This globe that teems with conscious organisms continues spinning in the star-eyed void whether or not I am awake to feel tremor of land vibrating with my heart so I walk barefoot in cold ocean waves while I invent new words for how I feel. Just as I name bright spirit of my soul my body turns into the long-maned horse who gallops slow along the river shore to show me where the apples grow most ripe so I become another human soul who smiles at me in shadow of the grove. Though we speak words our mothers gave to us with kisses of compassion beyond death we understand the strange words we exchange as thoughts that glimmer in electric air so we embrace to share tunes of our hearts that pulse in rhythm with clean river waves. Seven thousand years after we first meet our memories wake in children of our genes who recognize each other in our eyes as offspring of One Mother who still sings weird melody the moon weaves in our hearts though we live now in distant roadless lands. I fly to opposite side of the world and find you walking in our field of flowers so we climb Temple of the Humming God and kiss with passion of the spinning Earth to generate new life before we die in children who place our skulls on the shelf.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus searches for Ophelia in Almaty Mountains where they first met in grove of apple trees.
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