Surazeus Simon Seamount
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With agony of hope stuck in my throat
I interpret riddles of silent rain
that reveal sad strangeness of growing old
far from bright valley of my spirit birth
where birds still contest over space in trees
with songs too beautiful for me to sing.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Remaining with me over centuries
of exploration beyond far hills of mist,
their cheerful songs of territorial lust
frame how my mind perceives social events
contrived by proud mavens of thought control
where I feed ideology through hope.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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If I have traveled far enough away
from familiar venue of youth home life
I may not feel as sharp the pain of loss
when people of my family I respect
pass from this world into blank nothingness
so grief my mother felt would not be mine.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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When she was struck with agonizing grief,
after her mother and my father died,
my heart was blasted with heat of her pain
so I had to walk way from despair
and travel far from valley of my birth
to find safe haven of protective faith.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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No more stuck in strict dutiful routine,
performing rituals of survival day
after day to evade anguish of death,
I roam with freedom from accomplishment
through indolent curiosity to research
strange beauty of this world outside my mind.
08:14 AM - Apr 26, 2024
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Wandering in ruins of abbey stone walls
to gather berries and nuts for lone meal
in grove of trees where birds discuss desire,
I pursue self-communion with my soul
through mighty heart of transcendental mood,
till I mitigate misery of my mind.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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With pensive restlessness of silent faith,
which I design from patterns of sunlight,
I make deserted wood my lonesome home
while wounds of sorrow festering in my heart
are healed by beauty of birth and decay
that fuel sweet aura through my solitude.
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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thread 9/10
Alone in oneness of Nature and Death,
I no longer need to identify
myself as white female of Scottish blood,
for now in wildness of high rugged hills
I am but human struggling to survive
by savoring agony of truth I sing.
08:14 AM - Apr 26, 2024
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Surazeus Simon Seamount
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thread 10/10
Agony Of Truth I Sing
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2024 04 26

Orpheus watches Scythia wandering misty hills while he hides in shadows of unrequited love.

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