Desolation Of The Mind © Surazeus 2025 02 02 When I reach desolation of the mind, Glaucus ponders while floating in the sea, my spirit is revived by song of sirens who call me with weird language wind designed so I declare with laughter I am free from conceptual angst of fearful environs. Yet when I hear my thoughts inside my head rambling with random conclusions of fate, I wonder what false logic I contrive to prove my bravery can dispel this dread that hovers over me with wordless hate when I ask Glow Cloud how I can survive. When I was young and running on the beach my father always spoke to me of ways that he employs as rituals to catch fish, yet now his faceless spirit out of reach speaks to me from Glow Cloud in misty haze as if he dreams inside my secret wish. Though he is gone, long crumbled into sand, his voice speaks from my mouth in his same words, so now his spirit glows inside my flesh with angry passion vibrant with this land where I roam wild and sing with hostile birds through taut concern entangled in vast mesh. When bright sun bleeds on mountains in the west and soft shy moon nests on thick bed of pines, I rise from ocean wave with strength of hope to blaze secret trail on clandestine quest in dusk-dim forest where no sad star shines to rest in my cave on steep meadow slope. Long evening shimmer of motionless time enshrouds my aching body with soft hum, so I smile at Glow Cloud who watches me with unseen face of my father at chime of smooth crystals that calculate the sum of memories I leave floating on the sea. Half asleep in dim gleam of early night, I sense ghost of my father sitting near whose voice relates fierce battle of respect he fought with savage dragon of sunlight too many days to count from jagged fear with wounded pride his laughter must correct. Awake with startled anguish of concern, Glaucus strides back down to the ocean beach to catch writhing sea serpent with sharp spear, then roasts it on hot flames so death can learn that he shall claim her treasures beyond reach, because this world is one huge spinning sphere.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Sunday, February 2, 2025
Desolation Of The Mind
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Orpheus brings small band of wanderers to small pyramid where Glaucus roasts large sea serpent and shows them how to pay him gems for food.
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