Merely To Know © Surazeus 2025 04 06 Because false and true are merely to know the swooping elegance of wordless flight, then we could carelessly find the sea glow extracting wisdom from demonic light concealed in book of psychic mystery that pretends to record world history. Cracked open stone of falling river flash reveals inviolate truth the Sibyl bears with tartless mind of phenomenal cash half-glimpsed by children on unwinding stairs who measure lightyears beyond death of time to kiss with pulsing heartbeat of each chime. Stray thoughts of vastly undeluded hope contrive how almost pain is obsolete for shadowed virtue of malice to cope with nameless clue of misremembered wit too late for human beings to unevolve so we pray to blatantly circumvolve. Staccato speech exact with wandered force preserves no proverb mending eager love as patient ambience quick untiming source expresses how we hide our treasure trove in hearts of children springing from our brains who mold dark miracles from sudden rains. Forever snow of leafless mountain trees reflects strange timeless gleam of jagged peaks which never bluster condescending breeze beautiful with faces that waver creeks when we step slowly in cold riffle flow since we contend true and false is to know. Faithful in frogless ditch of gleaming wait when woods explode with shriek of endless crows, we lick honey combs to trick eyes of fate, if death writes code on quickly melting snows radiant with math formulas of huge quarks which statues witness not in lampless parks. Since face of the moon has shadowless holes reborn in fireflies swirling on glass lake, we analyze how everything has souls which hum soft requiems mordantly fake while winds of mountain valleys play charades based on economic theories of gods. Thus none shall share blind agony of truth through convolutions hungry brains employ despite increasing symptoms ruling ruth pierces honest hearts with grief for lost Troy because false and true are merely to know how to perform in the last picture show.
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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Sunday, April 6, 2025
Merely To Know
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Orpheus wanders the Alps with his children who ask him a thousand questions about the nature of reality and the human soul.
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