Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Because each individual in the world
savors strangeness of private memories,
we tell each other stories of mute ghosts
who haunt our lazy sun-gold afternoons
with flashes of times and places long gone,
our secret world that vanished in the past.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Though more than forty years of life have passed
in swirling currents of cultural change,
transforming world I knew when I was young,
I carry passion of juvenile faith
still glowing bright in engine of my heart
that nurtures purpose of my will to live.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Calm energy of city social life,
that carried me down shady streets of hope
across landscape of businesses and homes,
gleams bright in private vision of my eyes
though I now live in strange land far away,
inspiring me to savor this new hour.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Alone in front yard of home I now own,
I stand under oak where the raven dreams,
and think of every house where I have lived
across this land from sea to shining sea,
fifty different homes in fifty-nine years,
forever wandering toward the Promised Land.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Why should I be surprised that I am lost,
since my ancestors journeyed across Earth
three hundred thousand years on quest for truth
from Egypt to Sumeria to India to China
then back along high mountains of the world
to wave-washed misty Isle of Avalon.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Since Epona first tamed the wind-swift horse,
and Helius designed the four-wheeled cart,
my ancestors traveled ten thousand years
Scythia to Scotland, planting apple seeds,
then sailed across the wild Atlantic sea,
escaping kings to live in paradise.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Always escaping royal police states,
controlled by fanatics of mind control
who rule with tyranny from castle towers,
they journeyed west into the wilderness
from Massachusetts to wild Oregon
where I was born at far edge of the world.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Now paradise is once again oppressed
by conservative fascists who demand
we slave to build global empire of wealth,
but paradise is lost in parking lots
where the blind bard sings epic tale of fools
while I wander lost toward the Promised Land.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Toward The Promised Land
© Surazeus
2024 04 18

Orpheus plays lyre and sings, the road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began.

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