Map Of Everywhere
© Surazeus
2025 04 05

The house that became the house of my heart
in the town that is the town of my heart
provides safe haven for my secret dreams
that bloom delicate as exotic flowers
in ontological hothouse of truth
that lures honey bees from forest of gloom.

The signless road that goes through my heart town
will lead me to every town in the world
if I journey far enough beyond home
to find every house where I used to live
has disappeared from map of everywhere
which leaves me stranded in the wilderness.

Thus with the lyre of Mercury in hand
I act as guide for refugees from wars
who flee from houses their ancestors built
when greedy tyrants bomb their paradise,
but they refuse to follow me back home
and scatter far across the crowded land.

Because I make up spirit-cheering songs
while wandering lost in land of everywhere,
I realize each road that leads somewhere else
will take someone back to once was their home
unless they decide to go anywhere
unmapped by rich men who control all land.

The house that was the house of happy lives
weeps for its walls and doors blown out by bombs,
and calls the names of those who lived there once
with claim it is their destined paradise,
and though they stop on some far distant road
they turn away and will return no more.

One hundred thousand years of spinning time
my ancestors walked along flowing streams
from mountain valleys down to ocean shores
to understand the hydrologic cycle
where water circulates the atmosphere
so life may flourish on breast of the Earth.

The Lake of Dreams in valley of bright stars
is destination of my aching heart,
so I compose new map of everywhere
to navigate my course from birth to death
for every conscious soul who ever lives
to dwell in houses we build from our dreams.

With open door of honest insolence
I welcome no one to my secret home
where I protect my family from harm
when gangs of thieves with weapons of desire
rampage across the land of hopeless faith,
yet I will sell you map of everywhere.

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Orpheus teaches me how to cartograph the landscape of the heart so I can map the history of human life on Earth since we emerged from the Lake of Dreams.

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