My Mapless Quest © Surazeus 2024 12 05 How bright the sun gleams in my dreamless eyes. How swift the ravens measure boundless skies. I stroll the signless road of anywhere to find one person who accepts my care but stop alone in busy crowd and stare. My mind is confused by the truth of lies. I search for Wisdom in old fruitless trees. Her soul has vanished in the timeless breeze. I sit by the well in town center square to see serpentine runes gleam in the air from souls of angels shopping at the fair. Weird demons swim in the bottomless seas. My memories clutter my ghostless house. I share funny tales with my faceless spouse. I wish my soul did beam down from the star, but consciousness cannot survive so far so I compose riddles in new grimoire. I hear someone call me from the lighthouse. I almost hear flight of the wingless horse. I search smoky caves for the springless source. I ask each stranger in the crowded bar if they know the right way to Kandahar but I weep alone at my escritoire. My spell channels energy of the Force. I wander nowhere on my mapless quest. My heart beats wildly during planless rest. I search for fruit of life in the quaint store but the Devil tells me he has no more, so I listen to the waterfall roar. Ten thousand years I follow the sun west. I leave no family in my homeless past. I play no role in the new scriptless cast. No wizard shares with me lost human lore so I meet Mother Night on ocean shore who weeps I can only play wife or whore. Temple of Gods is erased by one blast. I try to wake up from the mindless daze. I search for your face in the doorless maze. I sense the spirit of God hover near, but who approaches me is not so clear, so I light candles of the chandelier. I must evolve to the next conscious phase. Nobody shares with me the globeless news. I have been deceived by their guileless ruse. I realize the Earth is one spinning sphere in vastness of space contained in one tear through vision that proves I am new World Seer. I design new world view from scattered clues.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus listens with adoring eyes as Ophelia describes the journey of her life before he rescued her from drowning in the River Styx.
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