Safe In My Shadow © Surazeus 2024 10 29 Safe in my shadow living upside down, I ask the meadowlark of yellow flight if light can find me in the sudden dawn, but I drink sorrow from the ice cream float with fervent eyes of individual choice concerning who will wear my paper face. Safe in my shadow drinking waterfalls, I wander slowly in deliberate gleam to help decode tune of cathedral bells so I can understand why she feels glum that every organic creature knows death and must invent their own doctrine of faith. Safe in my shadow singing to dead gods, I play electric lyre Hermes designed to conjure ghosts of people killed in wars from shattered ruins of their hopes and dreams that drip oil red as blood down withered cheeks so we understand why the caged crow laughs. Safe in my shadow painting nameless ghosts, I peer through clear galactic prism eye to see shy sprites of flowers dancing free while children play chase in far desert lands till bombs erase them from dream of the Earth though I program concepts of happiness. Safe in my shadow counting burned-out stars, I photograph bright faces of the dead, then hang their portraits on bank-lobby walls so people see them as important beings composed of light with no absolute form who float on their backs in the fishy lake. Safe in my shadow thinking about fate, I calculate each choice I have to make to navigate confusing maze of myths where idols of dead gods provide template for their character I could emulate, except I know just who I really am. Safe in my shadow dwelling in dream cave, I carve elaborate hieroglyphs on stones to show how radiant waves of light will weave vast undulant matrix of fractal panes in mental construct of time-shifting world where frightened slaves wait for the cosmic herald. Safe in my shadow believing in love, I analyze the weird mercurial ways of gods who hide soul secrets in their cave about effects sparked by the primal cause when Earth spins from first flash of the big bang which gleams in diamond on my wedding ring.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, October 29, 2024
Safe In My Shadow
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Orpheus finds Ophelia safe in her shadow writing names of fairies who dwell in flowers and herbs in her leather-bound grimoire.
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