Most Honest Clarifier
© Surazeus
2026 03 05

Eyeless in the desert of broken homes,
Sylphus searches for the last olive tree
still sprouting flowers from small graves of children
but finds only cellphones among the rubble
full of photographs and intimate texts
that preserve memories of their vanished world.

Writing stories about people he loves
with cursive letters on thin strips of paper,
Sylphus loops his mind on innocent wings
that help his soul transcend his fragile body,
then winds them into bundles of sad riddles
encoding dreams of people killed in wars.

With strange stipulation that he achieve
divine status of psychic nothingness,
Sylphus bakes apple pies with cinnamon
for people who attend the temple service
where Jupiter hosts the grand evening show
while Phoebus sings tales of Odysseus.

When the clock in the trunk of the oak tree
stops ticking to record the end of time,
Sylphus holds hands with Juturna at dawn
beside the ancient well of writhing snakes,
then catches egg of beauty with red spots
before it cracks on the stone of salvation.

Reborn as the most honest Clarifier,
because faceless god of our galaxy
whispers the secret of life in his ear,
Sylphus runs with deer in dark Shadow Wood
with black oil that energizes his blood
to preach the discipline of self-control.

Feeding his pet chimera with dead gods,
Sylphus ponders complex patterns of change
which he compiles in theory of blind faith
concerning why angels live on the moon
as golden shadows that flash in the sky
by stealing eyes of humans who have seen.

Riding the white horse on the windy plain
in vain search to find garden of fruit trees
where he was mother was born at dawn of time,
Sylphus tries to vanish in fading light
but everyone sees him ride into town
and sit all night by the dark fountain pool.

Chanting spells of river stones with sun voice,
Sylphus jumps into flames of prophecy
which transforms him into the Fisherman
who leads revolution against the tyrant,
then finds himself great king of all the world,
but he cries because Juturna is lost.

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Orpheus pretends he does not see Sylphus and Juturna slip away from the temple service to cuddle and kiss by the pool of Narcissus.

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