Follow Compass Of Sorrow
© Surazeus
2025 12 31

Sovereign aloneness of the mountain seer
who walks ten thousand miles for global peace
provides secure platform for alphabets
to rearrange our faces without masks
though we seek islands that always dissolve
to tessellated armor of sea gods.

Each time I shapeshift from Neptune to me
my body twists through agony of faith
designed by Tethys to withstand despair
so I walk the Earth twenty million years
to find lost garden of the apple girl
who invents the clock to keep track of dreams.

We dance in wild arpeggios of light
to trace ascending stairs to mountain caves
where bright infinity flashes through gems
which seem to imitate our human eyes
till she invents the future with strange words
projecting visions for how things should be.

Because death is the algebraic state
of disappearance in the sea of change,
we stand together on the fearful cliff
and measure distance past infinity
from primal firstness of invented life
to ultimate lastness of nothing more.

Every conscious creature who ever lived
and died in chemical turmoil of change
is now the faceless ghost of someone else
who walks beside us on the road of life,
revealing strangeness of existent being
based on reference to meaningless desire.

Though ships of helpless people sail nowhere
so they can seek salvation from despair,
they never arrive at the desert shore
because astrologers redefine fate
which leaves us stranded in the treeless hills
to fight over graves where buried gods laugh.

Light still passes through window of our hearts,
but beams no longer represent true love
so we name unknown country of lost tribes
which lures Blind Justice to the Promised Land
where she shows us how to build secure homes
on ruins of empires that fell long ago.

We find in blackness of the city maze
new faith for our desperate people to sing
psalms of old morals in the Shadow Land
for we are travelers on the signless road
who follow compass of sorrow back home
where we invent the future without myths.

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Orpheus sells the compass of sorrow to travelers on the road to the Shadow Land where they hope to build homes in the new Zarathian Empire.

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