Puzzle Of Chemical Pain © Surazeus 2024 11 19 It is most unnecessary for you to know all the suffering I must endure each day I wake from restless dreams of hope and perform rituals that keep me alive another dozen years or so till I crumble into the nothingness of time. I will never tell you the pain I feel buzzing through fragile shell of my faint soul in jittery jangles of nauseous disgust, unexplainable throbbings of despair that dispel grand visions of helpful play in favor of surviving day by day. This torso of Apollo, lithe with grace, I once inhabited in fertile youth, deteriorates through excess of lusty angst to fractured puzzle of chemical pain since I lost my Ozymandian head somewhere in futile battle against death. Yet wrenching storm of anguish that bombards fragile ecosystem of flashing nerves in hostile blitz of dizzy-dazzling pain, subsides from wild tsunami surge of tides to calm glow of imperceptible ache that leaves me floating with strain of relief. I cannot let you see my suffering that twists my care-free passion into fear, so I base frail chaotic tremble firm with stiff exertion of tense self-control to maintain balance on tightrope of grace bound whole with civil respect for strong faith. While trembling on tightrope of earnest faith high over abyss of eternity, Zarathustra declares he has achieved strength of the Superman who overcomes weakness of fear in suffering he endures, for what kills me not makes me strong as God. After crossing Bridge of Forgetfulness, I leave bleak wasteland of blind faith in God to search the Promised Land of free-grown fruit for Holy Grail which generates new life, so I teach my son how to serve the People instead of exploiting them for his gain. Since I have resurrected in this life, ascending pyramid of social power to rule the People with merciful love, I guard my wife whose heart regenerates new body for immortal soul of genes in child who incarnates me as I die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
Puzzle Of Chemical Pain
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Orpheus wakes from night of weird feverish dreams, feeling reborn from emotional death of despair, so he drinks orange juice to heal puzzle of chemical pain.
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