Flash Of Eternal Now © Surazeus 2025 03 04 The sad tarantula inside my brain calculates which way I will want to go to stay in shape for the end of the world that will occur during the evening show we watch on television by the door which fractures belief system we abhor. The souvenir I buy from the quaint store contains demonic spirit of the girl who used to dance in wild waves of the sea before she decided to marry me, so we stroll together in our neighborhood to feel pulse of life we decide is good. Disordered proverbs of the holy mind proclaim that babies we create from love are all the meaning of life we shall need despite the weird apocalypse each year where everything we believe is proved wrong so we together compose our own song. Flowers open to catch innocent snow that covers everything in veil of hope so we climb the stairs to top of the world where we can see the home our love creates spin forever on the merry-go-round, then kiss in harmony with the Earth Sound. Among tall willows on the river shore we dance with arrogant disdain for Death who fails to demand our honest respect, so we defy expectations contrived by jealous people to inhibit how we mature through flash of eternal now. Ignoring tragic fate of life we choose, we preserve shadows of our vibrant souls inside amber stone that reflects the sea with shocking gospel of the humble bee through consolation of the raven wing when we translate psalms the mountain winds sing. Imperfect portrait of our partnership frames glamor of our love on sunlit wall at sudden vanishing of clumsy lies that expose our hearts to star-shattered skies though we hold hands and leave it all at that, against convention of their social law. My old weather vane heart turns with the wind of angry sorrow blown from surprised mouths when people of the land shout with outrage at how deceitful thief they voted for steals everything they made with crafty hands so all their castles crumble into sand.
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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Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Flash Of Eternal Now
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Orpheus and Ophelia stroll around the neighborhood to photograph everybody the meet.
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