Cold Mind Of Winter © Surazeus 2025 02 24 With cold mind of winter I approach spring to scatter snowflakes as tears of the dead that sprout from misery of the blood-soaked sand swirled by too many voices in the wind that blow snow from high mountains of desire to soak the waste land with hope for new life. With cold mind of winter I ask the moon why she replicates bright mirror of her eye ten times across the bleeding crystal sky to cast dark shadow of our naked souls on windy meadow of the laughing snake who mocks us as we try to find the fake. With cold mind of winter I eat the flame of sorrow hidden in the bleeding fruit sweet as pineapple in the cave of dreams where ghosts of the dead explain to me why so many people are unfairly killed by angry people terrified of death. With cold mind of winter I punch the rain to feel harsh ache of pain from sting of Death who mocks Apostle Paul for arrogance, then shows me where that Christian preacher lies rotting in his grave for eternity as Lucina gives me grape wine to drink. With cold mind of winter I curse the sea with omen from the laughing skull of god who offers diagnosis on my state of mental health through sacred oracle that Sibyl sings while hanging in her cage above indifferent waves of honesty. With cold mind of winter I attend school to develop deeper concept of truth based on vast invisible universe of unchange beneath the transient surface that supports day-to-day reality where I sell records in the red brick store. With cold mind of winter I channel words in dusty canyon of the singing skull where two rivers merge in blue flash of rain to conjure magic spells of psychic myth as thought meets passion of the hungry heart which nurtures chemical body of fame. With cold mind of winter I strife for love that heals dream-festered wounds of innocence so we accept that suffering sparks regrowth which fuels our transformation of the soul to glorious angel from chemical wretch as we sing the splendor of life on Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Cold Mind Of Winter
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Orpheus focuses attention with cold mind of winter on the psychological system we use to perceive the world with stories of fate.
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