To Live As Long As I Can © Surazeus 2019 03 09 Strict arbitrary glow of sunlight gold on changing faces of our fragile souls reveals strange truth of shadow in the door who gives us name that means nothing to us. More pure revelation of tinged concept opening curtain slats to disturb rays of sunlight on indifferent grass of time I accept but invent my own new name. Pursuit of the rainbow that cracks my eyes leads my footsteps wound through whispering woods to the first tree that ever curled from Earth so I may comprehend sound of your voice. All other things we need to do to live, maintaining animation of this body, I do with strict routine of hope to spend quality time with you in our backyard. I once lived for the afterlife alone, enduring painful events of this life in suspended animation of fear, crawling through misery for paradise lost. Now that I know there is no afterlife, I savor every moment of each day I find myself still alive with sharp ache of desire to live as long as I can. Waking startled at this hour of still light, that floats amused in air around my home, I trembled amazed in paradise found within vision-throbbing glow of my brain. We talk a while to convey recent thoughts in constant calculations of our hopes to flash faith in each other as bright lamp that guides us united on quest to love.
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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