Honeycomb Of His Brain
© Surazeus
2025 05 13

When Ziphion walks in village by the sea,
as nameless stranger only passing through,
shadow of each person he passes by
whispers their secrets in numberless math
which transform into honey bees of glass
who swirl into honeycomb of his brain.

Lured by warm scent from the old bakery,
Ziphion gazes in green eyes of the woman
who bakes his memories in loaf of rye bread,
and when he eats it with butter and jam
he relives the moment when he was twelve
when he saw his mother fly to the clouds.

Climbing steps between the two living lions,
Ziphion enters library of dream books
small as apple seeds that swell from his tears
into huge dragons that roar out his name,
demanding he wear mask of the dead god
whose story is recorded in its text.

Because he exudes different pungent scents
each morning he wakes from the glass piano,
rosewater, pine wood, salt air, honey, pear,
Ziphion transforms into different versions
of his true self no one has ever seen
each time he wanders in the maze of streets.

Wandering dreary streets in the river town,
where rain falls only on the sorrowful,
Ziphion studies his personal storm cloud
that drenches him with tears of bitter hope
while everyone else walks in bright sunlight,
till he laughs at absurdity of fear.

Pausing by pear tree with the human face,
Ziphion stares at the blank book in his hand
where red letters writhe with serpentine grace
that record prophetic poems he once sang
before he forgot them when he turned twelve,
so he slowly removes his egg-shell mask.

Dipping horse-hair brush in blood of their hearts,
Ziphion paints portraits of people he meets,
which age while they all stay forever young
yet reveal emotional truths of faith
they try to hide with laughter and good cheer
while he goes swimming in the starless lake.

When the moon descends in the Wishing Well
where she transforms into dragon of words,
Ziphion joins the untroubled villagers
who draw silver coins from depths of despair
which shimmer with their long-forgotten dreams
that bleed songs from honey comb of his brain.

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Orpheus invites Ziphion into the Cave of Illusions where Plato teaches him how to express truth with numberless math of poetry.

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