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Monday, February 16, 2026

Wordless Wonder Of Why

Wordless Wonder Of Why
© Surazeus
2026 02 16

I sometimes forget I am still alive 
so I open the door that goes nowhere 
and walk somewhere else I think I should be 
then stand for some time on the nowhere spot 
to think about nothing but warm sunlight 
that molds my soul from words I never speak. 

I remember with sudden flash of fear 
that I should be somewhere else about now 
so I run gasping for breath of the cloud 
through shadows of trees that call out to me 
but I stop by the pool of silver light 
and wonder if I have some kind of name. 

I may not be real as I think I am 
so I keep walking to the secret place 
while asking the bird with arrogant wings 
if anyone has the same face as me 
but she explains that I am made of rain 
so I hop and flap my arms to be real. 

I almost forget I want to transcend 
this fragile body that gets tired and hurt 
till I trip over the innocent stone 
which contains the secret name I should have 
so I caress rough surface of its mind 
till I become its true stillness of strength. 

I try to record visions of my eyes 
with marks I draw in soft dirt of the world 
but sudden gust of wind from black clouds 
erases memories of who I should be 
so I stand and walk toward the glowing beam 
that teleports me to top of the world. 

I look backward into shadowy woods 
and listen for creak of demonic trees 
that teach me how to speak words of my thoughts 
then turn forward to walk into the sky 
but I fall to my knees and laugh surprised 
at vast roundness of the world I perceive. 

I stand on top of the high mountain peak 
and reach my arms to touch the silver light 
then turn slowly around on trembling feet 
to feel endless rolling hills of green trees 
surrounded by silver shimmer of seas 
that understand wild beating of my heart. 

I howl loud with wordless wonder of why 
at awesome beauty of the turning world 
that gleams in writhing passion of my soul 
because my pulsing body is amazed 
that I am still alive with ache of love 
without concern that I will someday die. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus teaches his son how to strum the lyre of Mercury and sing the vision of his mind in words that conjure his vision in minds of other people.

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