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Tuesday, November 10, 2026

Roadless Anywhere Of Why

Roadless Anywhere Of Why
© Surazeus
2026 11 10

Approaching crossroads of one thousand worlds, 
I search for truths concealed on blatant lies 
till I see faces that mirror my face 
with ideal shape of God in glowing cloud 
so I invent new language for my soul 
to sing about long journey of my heart. 

Alone in silence of the everywhere 
that vibrates from core of the jagged hill, 
I sing with wordless hum of timeless wind 
that transforms into trees who hear my voice 
so they call me with name of river waves 
that wakes me from strange dream of ardent hope. 

I find my voice in bottom of the sea 
then give my voice to desert waste of sand 
while I tread roadless anywhere of why 
with grace of shadows beamed from faceless clouds 
that wander free among tall trees of fruit 
till I find cave of silence in my heart. 

Awake in silver exactness of fate, 
with no preconceptions of who I am, 
unmisted by brave love of mountain peaks, 
I meditate on strangeness of my Self 
who knows true nature of my secret being 
though I am shapeless gloom of midnight thought. 

I search depths of the sea for my blank mind 
so I can place it back among the stars 
that fall as rain to fill my trembling hands 
with mute completeness of my urgent angst 
when I drown in bright pool of everything 
and rise reborn as ancient crone of faith. 

Unburdened by despair of fallen pride, 
I lounge by river of still-flowing light 
to watch the dead come down from clouds to drink 
till my heart shimmers empty of blind rage 
that leaves me floating on moon-silver air 
without black raven wings of bitterness. 

Time unspools threads of mountains into trees 
that transform into humans with wolf eyes 
who run through shadows of demonic woods 
to build stone walls on hilltop of concern 
where I keep watch in tower of respect 
till I become vast web of humming stars. 

I wander roadless anywhere of why 
to understand the vastness of our globe, 
forever forward toward the setting sun 
by racing chariot on the windy plain 
till I soar high on silver wings of joy 
and fly airplane among bright godless clouds. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus learns how to fly the airplane from old bearded Icarus who takes photographs of jagged mountain peaks of the Alps where our ancestors linger in wind.

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