Worth Pondered Words
© Surazeus
2025 03 02

The stars inside cells of our bodies buzz
with supernatural energy of light,
so I follow song of the mountain stream,
groping my way into shadowy glare,
because I believe I will understand
the story the water wants to tell me.

Over the Bridge of Hunger without wheels
I drive past houses, churches, schools, and stores
where thousands of nameless people may dwell,
though I never see more than shadows of faith
glow behind torn curtains of privacy
to make masks they wear in pageant of life.

Since the stars are indifferent to my life,
I strut around like I own this whole globe,
but so does every other man and beast
who growl at me if I invade their space,
so I am grateful for the twinkling stars
that still shine though the stars themselves are gone.

Sublime beauty of the blank starless sky
would make my heart ache with sorrow of loss
despite substantial lack of unity
inadequate to bind our hearts as one,
so I reach out my invisible hand
to touch tangible remoteness of time.

Potential meaning of existing things
reveals that my perception of their forms
relies on language first mother designed
to help precisely define what exists,
how all things move from assertion of will,
and what qualities are worth pondered words.

Though the dreamer who loves horses attempts
to prove that the importance of elsewhere
relies on loneliness our bodies feel
based on strangeness of our essential being,
I perform customs of society
to underwrite existence of the mind.

Since I never beweep my outcast state,
nor trouble Heaven that does not exist
with cries of victimhood from lack of gain,
I disdain disgrace fortune casts at me,
and treasure art I create with my heart
because I am king only of my mind.

Time causes all things to disintegrate,
and hope creates things from atoms of light,
so I savor beauty of teeming Earth
blooming richly with plants and animals
which all share genes our first mother creates
to mold bodies for temporary souls.

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Orpheus wanders across the crowded bridge over the river of ancient memory to find the spirit of art he lost years ago.

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