Desolation Of The Mind
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

When I reach desolation of the mind,
Glaucus ponders while floating in the sea,
my spirit is revived by song of sirens
who call me with weird language wind designed
so I declare with laughter I am free
from conceptual angst of fearful environs.

Yet when I hear my thoughts inside my head
rambling with random conclusions of fate,
I wonder what false logic I contrive
to prove my bravery can dispel this dread
that hovers over me with wordless hate
when I ask Glow Cloud how I can survive.

When I was young and running on the beach
my father always spoke to me of ways
that he employs as rituals to catch fish,
yet now his faceless spirit out of reach
speaks to me from Glow Cloud in misty haze
as if he dreams inside my secret wish.

Though he is gone, long crumbled into sand,
his voice speaks from my mouth in his same words,
so now his spirit glows inside my flesh
with angry passion vibrant with this land
where I roam wild and sing with hostile birds
through taut concern entangled in vast mesh.

When bright sun bleeds on mountains in the west
and soft shy moon nests on thick bed of pines,
I rise from ocean wave with strength of hope
to blaze secret trail on clandestine quest
in dusk-dim forest where no sad star shines
to rest in my cave on steep meadow slope.

Long evening shimmer of motionless time
enshrouds my aching body with soft hum,
so I smile at Glow Cloud who watches me
with unseen face of my father at chime
of smooth crystals that calculate the sum
of memories I leave floating on the sea.

Half asleep in dim gleam of early night,
I sense ghost of my father sitting near
whose voice relates fierce battle of respect
he fought with savage dragon of sunlight
too many days to count from jagged fear
with wounded pride his laughter must correct.

Awake with startled anguish of concern,
Glaucus strides back down to the ocean beach
to catch writhing sea serpent with sharp spear,
then roasts it on hot flames so death can learn
that he shall claim her treasures beyond reach,
because this world is one huge spinning sphere.

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Orpheus brings small band of wanderers to small pyramid where Glaucus roasts large sea serpent and shows them how to pay him gems for food.

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