Saturday, March 8, 2025

Slow Swirl Of The Sea

Slow Swirl Of The Sea
© Surazeus
2025 03 08

Now that I live free from slow swirl of the sea 
darkness folds itself as my eager heart 
when I walk over hills of joyful death 
to play role of the hermit in their play 
on the plain where riderless horses wait 
for the owl of rebirth to explain why. 

I will not hurry away from the Earth, 
dazed with sudden insight of idiocy 
unrelated to broken wheel of light 
that tumbles blazing down the mountain slope 
with shocking honesty of rolling stones 
that crush wood coffin of the holy ghost. 

Heart pierced with needle found in the haystack 
by humble warriors seeking absolution, 
I write stories of the dead on dry leaves 
that rustle with their voices in dawn breeze 
despite how men cry for the broken door 
that leads to asylum for bitter saints. 

Yet she walks toward me on the campus path 
past leafless trees of innocent desire 
with star-sparkle animating her eyes 
when she hands me red notebook of her dreams 
which describe how we meet in every life 
since we always choose to walk the same road. 

If I decide to leave the city maze 
to live among the owls and honest wolves 
extravagantly alone through light phase, 
I will invent weird language to describe 
conceptual framework for our mutual love 
which binds our hearts together without words. 

I gesture my hands to weave in new wings 
wild silence that hovers dark over Earth 
so I can become swiftness of the horse 
whose elegant grace of assertive will 
defines process of motion we express 
while holding hands to walk the moonlit road. 

For everywhere I go in time and space 
Saturnus arranges darkness of truth 
which congeals despair into juicy fruit 
through desperation of the mindless wind 
so I can build new Temple of Dead Gods 
from false ruins of the Enlightenment. 

Startled by ache of sorrow birthing joy, 
I long for existence of fiery breath 
to gleam in rain drops flowing in my veins 
with constant blackness of eternity 
which creates me from slow swirl of the sea 
because I realize I love you so much. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus swims in the sea, then follows the river uphill to the house in the meadow where the girl he loves takes care of her wingless horse.

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