Tree Of Voiceless Hope © Surazeus 2025 02 01 Wounded by eccentric stars of desire, Claudia leaks shadows on the mountain trail where she wanders searching for her own ghost who leaves strange footprints in dust of the Earth, but pauses to ask rain why people die, scanning the sky for secret of rebirth. Weird constellations of stars slowly spin wheel of fortune that determines her fate according to old woman in the tree, so Claudia holds small nutshell in her hand and searches in vain for infinite space which Hamlet said with confidence is there. "I am no righteous daughter of the moon," Claudia whispers with iridescent wings, "though I was loyal bride to a good man, for I am lazy instrument of faith who covets water of this fractured globe which shakes while spinning in the starless void." Awake with wonder on the mountain slope, attempting to imagine ghosts are real, Claudia calculates process of desire to prove that stubbornness might get her killed, yet she adores blank beauty of her mask that hides the speaker of her soul from fools. With humble passion of obedient crows, who steal our voices from telephone lines, Claudia suddenly remembers quite clearly what she said to the man with the clenched fist twenty hours ago on the city street before she escaped through door of the wind. "Since freedom is another word," she laughs, "for nothing left to lose, as Janice sings with graveled voice of innocent despair, then I have lost everything I held dear when my husband was fired without good cause from his government job, and killed himself." "I want to become my own country now, like Kai sings with articulate respect," Claudia declares to the high waterfall that sprays tears on her cheeks she wants to hide, "but I have nothing in this world of lies so I would be this tree of voiceless hope." "Sacred stars of honest integrity that once sparkled on our star-spangled banner, pierce my heart with searing blades of disgust, so I want to become part of the Earth." After lying flat on the mountain all night, Claudia drives home on the desolate road.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus visits Claudia after the funeral and offers to help her with anything she needs, then hugs her when she cries with despair.
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