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Monday, May 26, 2025

Weird Self I May Be

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. 



1 comment:

  1. 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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