Weird Self I May Be © Surazeus 2025 05 26 The strangeness of this weird self I may be opens cosmic eye of atomic faith from flashing center of the universe created by the language we invent when we stand naked in the howling wind and find eternal flame of love within. Untouchable presence of divine light urges me to walk signless road of hope toward shadow of my Self on cliff of words whom I see mirrored in the waterfall when stone of wisdom opens eyes of truth that helps me solve the riddle of desire. To hide my consciousness in words of books I mold new meaning from mud of despair, then dance with Beauty on the starry plain encircled through anxiety of fear by turmoil I enclose in whispered spells that spans eternal void of honesty. With unitary strength of secret names I measure distance between lonely hearts to spot with formula the primal cause through strict analysis of each effect reflecting passion of my dreaming mind when I assemble puzzle of our tale. Ghost of your absence haunts my daily path since you have disappeared from world of light that leaves but shadow of your memory which glows with momentary grace of hope in brief illusion of that fleeting flash that fools my heart to think you will return. Stiff idols of dead gods from long-failed myths, carved from stone on cold cathedral walls, stare down at me with flaming phantom eyes so I fear they can see play I perform as if blind clouds could see my solitude when I walk far from walls of paradise. Material structures of patterned ideas that shift through undulating waves of light adjust conceptual faith on verge of change when I perceive their realness with my mind each time my thought-eye penetrates their form so I feel essence of their being in me. Abandoned by the words my mother spoke when we walked slowly on the windy hill, I look around to see her face again till I see her transform into the hawk that floats between two moments of my heart which strikes my mind with sense I am alive.
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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Monday, May 26, 2025
Weird Self I May Be
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Orpheus searches for his mother Calliope on the desolate hills of Arcadia till he finds her skull singing by the waterfall.
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