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Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Follow Compass Of Sorrow

Follow Compass Of Sorrow
© Surazeus
2025 12 31

Sovereign aloneness of the mountain seer 
who walks ten thousand miles for global peace 
provides secure platform for alphabets 
to rearrange our faces without masks 
though we seek islands that always dissolve 
to tessellated armor of sea gods. 

Each time I shapeshift from Neptune to me 
my body twists through agony of faith 
designed by Tethys to withstand despair 
so I walk the Earth twenty million years 
to find lost garden of the apple girl 
who invents the clock to keep track of dreams. 

We dance in wild arpeggios of light 
to trace ascending stairs to mountain caves 
where bright infinity flashes through gems 
which seem to imitate our human eyes 
till she invents the future with strange words 
projecting visions for how things should be. 

Because death is the algebraic state 
of disappearance in the sea of change, 
we stand together on the fearful cliff 
and measure distance past infinity 
from primal firstness of invented life 
to ultimate lastness of nothing more. 

Every conscious creature who ever lived 
and died in chemical turmoil of change 
is now the faceless ghost of someone else 
who walks beside us on the road of life, 
revealing strangeness of existent being 
based on reference to meaningless desire. 

Though ships of helpless people sail nowhere 
so they can seek salvation from despair, 
they never arrive at the desert shore 
because astrologers redefine fate 
which leaves us stranded in the treeless hills 
to fight over graves where buried gods laugh. 

Light still passes through window of our hearts, 
but beams no longer represent true love 
so we name unknown country of lost tribes 
which lures Blind Justice to the Promised Land 
where she shows us how to build secure homes 
on ruins of empires that fell long ago. 

We find in blackness of the city maze 
new faith for our desperate people to sing 
psalms of old morals in the Shadow Land 
for we are travelers on the signless road 
who follow compass of sorrow back home 
where we invent the future without myths. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sells the compass of sorrow to travelers on the road to the Shadow Land where they hope to build homes in the new Zarathian Empire.

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