Fragments Of Frail Faith © Surazeus 2025 03 31 When the storm of electric innocence blows over our home in dense Raven Wood I hear laughter of Ungod in blue sky howl with cruel mockery at human pride, so I glare mute at Jupiter or Zeus, and grin that my fathers gave storms weird names. I peer in shadows of gold afternoon to see the faceless ghosts of souls long dead that glow with wisdom of experience, so I try to decode their wordless pain to understand grim sorrow of their loss which people still suffer in every age. Broken tree limbs of twisted memories crash into the yards of hope-haunted homes that chill our hearts with specter of decay as despair coagulates in crippled form that crawls across debris of our world view, tangled in rotten beauty of our faith. Emerging from shattered shelter of trust, we gather fractured fragments of frail faith decontextualized from established framework as long-accepted information memes disconnected from firm matrix of truth that exposes its artificial structure.
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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Monday, March 31, 2025
Fragments Of Frail Faith
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Orpheus cleans debris of fallen tree branches from the yard after the severe thunderstorm blew suddenly over town.
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