Wordless Wonder Of Why
© Surazeus
2026 02 16

I sometimes forget I am still alive
so I open the door that goes nowhere
and walk somewhere else I think I should be
then stand for some time on the nowhere spot
to think about nothing but warm sunlight
that molds my soul from words I never speak.

I remember with sudden flash of fear
that I should be somewhere else about now
so I run gasping for breath of the cloud
through shadows of trees that call out to me
but I stop by the pool of silver light
and wonder if I have some kind of name.

I may not be real as I think I am
so I keep walking to the secret place
while asking the bird with arrogant wings
if anyone has the same face as me
but she explains that I am made of rain
so I hop and flap my arms to be real.

I almost forget I want to transcend
this fragile body that gets tired and hurt
till I trip over the innocent stone
which contains the secret name I should have
so I caress rough surface of its mind
till I become its true stillness of strength.

I try to record visions of my eyes
with marks I draw in soft dirt of the world
but sudden gust of wind from black clouds
erases memories of who I should be
so I stand and walk toward the glowing beam
that teleports me to top of the world.

I look backward into shadowy woods
and listen for creak of demonic trees
that teach me how to speak words of my thoughts
then turn forward to walk into the sky
but I fall to my knees and laugh surprised
at vast roundness of the world I perceive.

I stand on top of the high mountain peak
and reach my arms to touch the silver light
then turn slowly around on trembling feet
to feel endless rolling hills of green trees
surrounded by silver shimmer of seas
that understand wild beating of my heart.

I howl loud with wordless wonder of why
at awesome beauty of the turning world
that gleams in writhing passion of my soul
because my pulsing body is amazed
that I am still alive with ache of love
without concern that I will someday die.

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Orpheus teaches his son how to strum the lyre of Mercury and sing the vision of his mind in words that conjure his vision in minds of other people.

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