Twilight Of My Mortal Life © Surazeus 2025 10 13 In the long twilight of our endless life that ends in soft silence of nothingness, after mountain rapids of our frantic youth we drift on broad delta of solitude in calm acceptance of our final death after working to help build state of peace. Through all the twists and turns of random fate, where we find ourselves on some crowded stage stuck in uncontrolled drama of weird scenes that leave us wounded in miserable pride, we progress toward achievement of success that we define after we have arrived. While wandering nowhere on the signless road as I hitchhike from sea to shining sea, from Oregon east to the fantasy land where my ancestors first arrived from far across the sea four hundred years ago, I follow unseen spirit of my heart. Only now, after more than sixty years, can I pause in the Shaconage Hills and look back on random road of my life to see the goal for which I always strived as Guiding Star that lead me to this place since I create my fate with each new choice. Blue mist of evening floats among tall oaks, refracting sunlight through unmoving leaves which casts eerie glow on walls of my home in which I see bright vision of my heart beamed clear as angel of my aptitude who commissioned quest of my stoic heart. Clear vision glows still in my aging heart how wise Athena on angelic wings appeared to me thirty-one years ago as flash of lightning in Seattle rain to give me crystal tablet of world truth with quest to map whole history of the Earth. Bearing Lyre of Hermes and Globe of Krates, I journey east across Zarathia to weave time-animated globe of Earth from tangled threads of mythic memories so we can see grand journey of our souls as we evolve four hundred million years. My own brief journey on this spinning globe has been straightforward in its curving path across the varied landscapes of my hopes from Oregon to find lost Avalon that shines now only in my wordless dreams in the long twilight of my mortal life.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus cradles lyre of Mercury as he gazes up at the godless sky while boat of his life drifts listlessly on the delta of old age.
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