House Where I Never Lived © Surazeus 2024 11 27 I ride the bus far across town at noon to visit the house where I never lived with the vague intention of finding things I left behind in boxes of lost truths, but every photo of me I can find reveals rotten sorrow of the dead tree. I throw my useless memories in the trash to forget how many years have now passed since I went to live in the empty church where I keep attempting to talk to God, but he always hangs up the telephone and tells me not to call him anymore. Apple trees blossom on the river shore from ancient conviction that I deserve love from strangers who try to steal my name though I give them every heart I can find stuck inside the fractured stone of lost faith since I leave out the riddle no one solves. Each time we stand in the forest and talk about things that happened since we last met I leave out so many painful events that flutter as leaves on the reborn trees with amazement at beauty of despair which I try to sell in the marketplace. Though the bird that still lives inside my heart beats crippled wings against my fragile skull, I cannot open the cage of my ribs to let my happiness fly free of rage which I encase in walking stick of fear to help me walk to where I do not live. The stories I tell the stop sign are not about the passion of my love for you which I hide in letters I never mail, yet someone down the street is calling me, mad at me about something I once did, so I leave my new shoes under the swing. After visiting every lonely house where I once lived in my journey nowhere, I decide to walk the nameless highway and leave letters I wrote to you in grass where they become bears, horses, wolves, and deer who sit around the television set. In my mind I will fly into the sky so I can ask the divine cloud man why I am always alone in dream of Earth without calculating what hope is worth, then I will eat the apple of my heart so I can change fortune of my star chart.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
House Where I Never Lived
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Orpheus visits the house where he never lived deep in vast maze of the world metropolis crowded with people who give each other secret names.
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