Brave Quest Of Tiresias

Brave Quest Of Tiresias
© Surazeus
2026 07 23

The ancient story of philosophy 
begins when Hermes in cave of his heart 
invents the lyre with strings on turtle shell, 
and ends when Lucretius attempts to fly 
glider from cliff of Mount Vesuvius 
he built based on painting of Icarus. 

I followed journey of Odysseus 
across the land from sea to shining sea 
east from Oregon of the Promised Land 
back toward ancient home my ancestors built 
on sacred mist-veiled isle of Avalon, 
but found new heaven in Oconia. 

Halfway home to lush plains of Scythia, 
where my ancestors traveled along rivers 
in wagons pulled by horses they had tamed 
with apples from hills of Sarmatia, 
I linger in my secret paradise 
with my own Penelope in our home. 

My wife combines all three witches of power 
in one clever person with crafty hands, 
autonomous Circe who molds my heart, 
possessive Calypso who guards my soul, 
and loyal Penelope who endures 
vicissitudes of fate with honest love. 

Asserting passion of the wingless angel, 
my grandfather constructed small airplanes 
with wings of Icarus as metal blades, 
powered by piston engine of Barsanti, 
to soar on solid gusts of swirling wind 
blown whole by gentle breath of Zephyrus. 

Inspired by brave quest of Tiresias, 
I wake one thousand genders in my heart 
so I experience every state of mind 
through dramas all my ancestors performed 
as they explored wild landscape of this world 
finding soul mate to generate new life. 

Attentive with program of Sisyphus, 
I roll huge stones up steep slope of the hill 
where I erect them as tall monoliths 
in ring that mimics cycle of bright stars 
to build tall tower where Rapunzel sings 
enchanting psalms while strumming Harp of David. 

Grown old with long gray hair and dimming eyes, 
I lie in half-slumber by River Styx 
with stoic wisdom of work weariness 
where my grim father Saturnus once lay 
till eager Phoebus woke him with soft voice 
when Astraea gave birth to me at dawn.