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.

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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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