Worth Pondered Words © Surazeus 2025 03 02 The stars inside cells of our bodies buzz with supernatural energy of light, so I follow song of the mountain stream, groping my way into shadowy glare, because I believe I will understand the story the water wants to tell me. Over the Bridge of Hunger without wheels I drive past houses, churches, schools, and stores where thousands of nameless people may dwell, though I never see more than shadows of faith glow behind torn curtains of privacy to make masks they wear in pageant of life. Since the stars are indifferent to my life, I strut around like I own this whole globe, but so does every other man and beast who growl at me if I invade their space, so I am grateful for the twinkling stars that still shine though the stars themselves are gone. Sublime beauty of the blank starless sky would make my heart ache with sorrow of loss despite substantial lack of unity inadequate to bind our hearts as one, so I reach out my invisible hand to touch tangible remoteness of time. Potential meaning of existing things reveals that my perception of their forms relies on language first mother designed to help precisely define what exists, how all things move from assertion of will, and what qualities are worth pondered words. Though the dreamer who loves horses attempts to prove that the importance of elsewhere relies on loneliness our bodies feel based on strangeness of our essential being, I perform customs of society to underwrite existence of the mind. Since I never beweep my outcast state, nor trouble Heaven that does not exist with cries of victimhood from lack of gain, I disdain disgrace fortune casts at me, and treasure art I create with my heart because I am king only of my mind. Time causes all things to disintegrate, and hope creates things from atoms of light, so I savor beauty of teeming Earth blooming richly with plants and animals which all share genes our first mother creates to mold bodies for temporary souls.
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, March 2, 2025
Worth Pondered Words
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Orpheus wanders across the crowded bridge over the river of ancient memory to find the spirit of art he lost years ago.
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