In The Great Unknown
© Surazeus
2025 04 02

When the Phoenix of my heart spreads fire wings
and rises from nest of the Burning Bush,
I follow her flight to the Great Unknown
on signless road that leads us anywhere
till I stand weeping by the Lake of Dreams
where First Mother first taught me how to sing.

My mother keeps the secrets of my heart
that I have never revealed to myself
which I now scatter as seeds on the ground
so all my memories bloom in daffodils
that children pick where they play in the field
where skulls of gods have crumbled into dirt.

These fragments of forgotten history,
which I find strewn on hard cathedral floor
when its rose window was shattered by bombs,
contain dramatic scenes of psychic fate
that I assemble in collage of tropes
to create new world view from random hopes.

Concentric circles of haphazard thoughts
that drift in sparkling mist of wordless dread
radiate from center of the spinning Earth
so I become my most essential self
while standing in blue twilight by the lake
to feel subtle glint of stars pierce my heart.

Down lengthening path of my endless life
toward far horizon of my shadowed mind
I always walk with steady pace of fear
to gather courage in jewels of light
in which I see first flash from dawn of time
that luminates strange landscape of my heart.

Inviolate flower of the Burning Bush
transforms despair of hot volcano gas
to glorious garden of profuse respect
since I am surrogate mind for the Earth
inspired to breathe brave spirit of the sky
that cultivates nascent power of faith.

Emerging from grim shadow of soft grass,
she grabs my hand with tremulous concern
and asks if I know where the Phoenix flies,
so I give her the last pear of my heart,
then write weird verse in book of fairy tales
while the nightingale sings to us of death.

Living together in the Great Unknown
where the Phoenix nests in the Burning Bush,
we cultivate pure energy of love
that swells in juicy pears on twisted limbs,
then cuddle in the boat of our romance
and watch the sun rise from shimmer of the lake.

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Orpheus draws map that shows the way to the Great Unknown and sells copies in the ruins of the cathedral that was bombed in World War Three.

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