Lark In The Pear Tree © Surazeus 2025 01 17 Philip listens to lark in the pear tree discuss stone statues of dead royalty who lie in lonely tomb of Arundel while holding hands for all eternity together in cathedral of the damned that has not yet crumbled into bare ruins. Half-drunk in soundless dark of his despair, Philip stares at Death who always lurks near, unresting shadow of his vanity who likes to horrify his heart with hope that he might see truth in the morning glare without remorse for time torn off unused. Lured by total emptiness of forever, Philip considers with wretched amusement extinction of his self from everywhere, lost in blank always of his charity at terrible beauty of nothingness, yet climbs still from beginning of his wrongness. Watching the vast musical brocade of saints singing hymns about everlasting life, Philip chuckles sadly at spectacle of rational beings refusing to admit faith fails to dispel fear with pretty tricks, yet still they pretend we will never die. Drinking to ignore that unfocused blur that blinds him to bright ghost of heartless chill clutching at his soul with courageous hands, Philip analyzes every impulse that used to drive him with decisive faith to bury his false bravery in his grave. Reluctant to accept that he will die, as dawn light constructs shape of his desire, Philip stares at unringing telephone that clutches at his chest with bitter claws, and sneers with unearned wisdom of mute pain that Death remains indifferent to his thoughts. Accepting letter from the stoic postman, who goes from house to house with urgent care, Philip deciphers secret code of love to calculate with hungry eye of hope value of romantic relationships that constrain his body encased in stone. Running in his long coat over wet field, chasing pleasure of frantic happiness, Philip leaps up from gravity of fear to glide on wings he stole from Icarus, eager to avoid fall of Lucifer, till he lies songless in his placeless tomb.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, January 17, 2025
Lark In The Pear Tree
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Orpheus and Philip Larkin drink beer while watching the musical brocade of saints singing as they parade to the shining cathedral of faith.
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