Slow Swirl Of The Sea
© Surazeus
2025 03 08

Now that I live free from slow swirl of the sea
darkness folds itself as my eager heart
when I walk over hills of joyful death
to play role of the hermit in their play
on the plain where riderless horses wait
for the owl of rebirth to explain why.

I will not hurry away from the Earth,
dazed with sudden insight of idiocy
unrelated to broken wheel of light
that tumbles blazing down the mountain slope
with shocking honesty of rolling stones
that crush wood coffin of the holy ghost.

Heart pierced with needle found in the haystack
by humble warriors seeking absolution,
I write stories of the dead on dry leaves
that rustle with their voices in dawn breeze
despite how men cry for the broken door
that leads to asylum for bitter saints.

Yet she walks toward me on the campus path
past leafless trees of innocent desire
with star-sparkle animating her eyes
when she hands me red notebook of her dreams
which describe how we meet in every life
since we always choose to walk the same road.

If I decide to leave the city maze
to live among the owls and honest wolves
extravagantly alone through light phase,
I will invent weird language to describe
conceptual framework for our mutual love
which binds our hearts together without words.

I gesture my hands to weave in new wings
wild silence that hovers dark over Earth
so I can become swiftness of the horse
whose elegant grace of assertive will
defines process of motion we express
while holding hands to walk the moonlit road.

For everywhere I go in time and space
Saturnus arranges darkness of truth
which congeals despair into juicy fruit
through desperation of the mindless wind
so I can build new Temple of Dead Gods
from false ruins of the Enlightenment.

Startled by ache of sorrow birthing joy,
I long for existence of fiery breath
to gleam in rain drops flowing in my veins
with constant blackness of eternity
which creates me from slow swirl of the sea
because I realize I love you so much.

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Orpheus swims in the sea, then follows the river uphill to the house in the meadow where the girl he loves takes care of her wingless horse.

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