Continue Our Daily Routines
© Surazeus
2026 09 25

Not sure what he may find among small stones
smoothed by ten million years of ocean waves,
Cronus wanders along margin of fate
to gather clams in leather bag of hope,
and ponders how some invisible force
moves everything in motions of exchange.

Through repeated patterns in swirls of time
waves surge against broad beach of gleaming sand
with calm aggressiveness of natural grace,
so Cronus stops and looks back on his path
to see imprints of his feet in long line
that curves across landscape of glowing thoughts.

Sharp voice that pierces silent wind of fear
alerts his heart to vision of her face,
so Cronus turns against obstructing wind
to see lithe Themis by the mossy cave,
which sparks assertive passion in his heart
that causes him to fly on leaps of faith.

When Cronus reaches Themis by her cave,
gold eyes gleaming with ardent flash of dawn,
he offers bag of clams that clank with hope,
so she leads him in safe cave of her heart
when he pries shells open with diamond blade
and she roasts them over small crackling fire.

After they feast on clams and apple sauce,
that she crushes with stones in wooden bowl,
Cronus and Themis embrace with desire
to merge their bodies in warm glow of love,
writhing with pleasure of exploding stars,
then cuddle with soft song of ocean waves.

This timeless memory, programmed in my brain
by my ancestors thirty thousand years
before hour of my birth in Oregon,
powers progress of my daily routine
with vision of attentive love for life
that motivates my mission to create.

Though Zeus in palace of Olympus struts
with haughty pride of aggrandizing greed,
and blusters to inflate his vanity
with vainglorious conceit of arrogance,
billions of people on this spinning globe
eat with their friends at harvest festivals.

Men who falsely amplify with big boasts
importance of their being in game of life
will fall from cliff of hubris when they leap
on wings of delusion, and break on truth,
so we continue our daily routines
in safe homes with our precious families.

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Orpheus finds his father and mother making love in the cave so he walks along the beach and listens to how wind hums over water and sand to make music of the soul.

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