Nature-Wise Woman © Surazeus 2025 08 17 The nature-wise woman in the white dress, who disappears in vast mirror of words, scatters puzzling fragments of her glass soul as seeds in pungent soil of anywhere so children of the laughing tree spring tall to float in rotating sky of the mind. Let Death come slowly as drifting snowflakes with frail perfection of the glacier mask that cracks awake at surrender to fate when we explore the wilderness of words because she believes that if Time is God then Memory is the Devil we still follow. Because the dead can never hear me sing through whistle of the tea kettle and train, I strive to transcend the ghost of my brain who weaves my sorrow into angel wing so I lounge safe in backyard of my home, refusing to misunderstand desire. Dazzling silence blows cold with tenderness despite frank fullness of the thoughtful moon though dreams I hid with limited surprise always seem to be for sale at the store trapped in the voice box of the naked god who asks me to close my eyes with new faith. My heartbeat records history of mankind who sails the sea that shimmers in my eyes without admitting that we weep with hope for somewhere to build home of singing skulls with both hands extended to the rich sky in restless search for meaning in the stone. Searching outside paradise, I engage with diverse voices of strangers I love who stand on stones by rivers of respect to sing strange ache of sorrow from their hearts in psalms preserved by tongueless scribes of faith who write our secret thoughts with angel blood. Sweet miracle through the spider of fate inspires my heart to slog in swamp of words with delicate wings of swift hummingbirds so laughing girls who crowd around the gate share fruit they gather in the misty woods while weaving wreaths from sorrow of my heart. Though all the people I have met in life are somewhere far away on road of hope, I see their faces in waves of the sea shining with feathers of electric birds who flock around woman in the white dress to savor blueness of the timeless sky.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus accepts the challenge to sing about strange beauty of the naked soul that humans attempt to mask with faith.
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