Fervent Prayers To God © Surazeus 2025 04 15 The words I speak are transient as the wind, yet mold from conceptual clay of my brain timeless state of reality I feel vibrate in ruthless wind of constancy with arbitrary perfection of thought, for I create the world with words I speak. The mystery of the weirding words I speak reveals the way to balance truth with lies halfway between reality and dream when I stand on the rock of haughty hope to proclaim the meaning of world events that swirl our bodies in currents of fate. The faultless vision of the way things are highlights the pointless passion of desire that drives our spectral progress to transcend walled obstacles of belligerent faith contrived by gestures our bodies invent to program fortune of successful plays. The process I prescribe with strict respect provides clear method we articulate to catalog all objects of the world with words that shape forms into clear ideas demarked by boundaries of conceptual fact depicting accurate state of primal being. The card tricks jesters play on loyal fools expose selfish greed of each conscious soul who risks their hard-earned wealth of social pride to gamble for salvation against Death who always wins in fate-adjusted time despite our fervent prayers to God for Life. The eerie laughter of the apple tree, who understands fierce hunger of my flesh, excites erotic wisdom of my brain to plant small seeds in putrid river mud, and faithfully attend their fragile sprouts till forest of fruit trees grows from my corpse. The monstrous toad beneath the murky waves lurks in disguise as beauty I desire with glamorous allurement of sweet eyes for pleasure promised by ecstatic faith, so I dive in dark lake where Grendel hides to fight the demon Nature with word spells. The painful memories of our harvest hour compose the sturdy bridge of honesty across which humans walk with trembling faith to find the Promised Land of fruitful trees across the waste land of sterilized faith defined by rapture of true words I speak.
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, April 15, 2025
Fervent Prayers To God
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Orpheus guides lost refugees from the collapsing empire to climb Mount Takoma where they meditate to transcend all realities with song of truth.
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