Ocean Shore Of Nevertime
© Surazeus
2026 07 21

Alone on ocean shore of Nevertime,
he waits for Lord of Heaven to return,
aware of voices from eight billion souls
expressing passion of their will to live,
but no one comes from clouds of blazing fire
except the mindless sun that rises bright.

Strange visions of the undescribed sublime
conceal in symbols secrets he would learn
to understand how humans play their roles
by force of will or predetermined fate,
though all our hopes converge in global choir
that shatters illusion of holy right.

No longer frightened by wild swirl of time,
that twists our bodies from humans to gods
trapped in weird fairy tales no one reads,
he finds bold stubbornness of humble faith
as gleaming diamond jagged in his heart
with pain that drives him to transcend his fate.

Constrained by gravity of spinning Earth,
that bolts our bodies to change-shifting ground,
he listens at the broken door of hope
for wild uncanny voices angels chime
that knocks his body loose from womb of love
to wander wordless by the humming lake.

Beside somnolent lake of whispered lies,
where iridescent ghosts of long-dead ghosts
appear from cracked stones of philosophy,
he swells his heart with breath of honesty
to fill the timeless void of everywhere
with lonely wisdom of contingent faith.

Awake on sea-borne boat of travesty,
he sails toward somewhere he thinks might be home,
though childhood meadows vanish in stark mist,
and gazes deep in waters of the sea
where shadows of his fears lurk urgently
as snakes in features of his changeless face.

Bound by soaring mountains and depthless seas,
he feels powerless strength of swirling waves
obstruct his journey to the Promised Land
though he attends to labor of the heart
with divine passion of the star-eyed snake
who seems to know his weirdest memories.

He is the boatman on wild tides of change,
alone who wields the oar of guiding truth,
asserting progress through his ship of state
past Scylla and Charybdis of despair,
heart wounded with pain his harsh actions caused,
till he kneels and weeps on Ithaka shore.

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Orpheus designs the boat that searchers for truth sail across the wild sea of social change so wanderers may find their way home from suffering of war.

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