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.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Monday, February 16, 2026
Wordless Wonder Of Why
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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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