Beauty Through Tragic Suffering © Surazeus 2022 01 23 The cheerless tweeting of birds in bare trees removes sweet shimmer of the autumn breeze that swells with rich increase of fruitful faith though absence haunts me with your eyeless wraith from wanton burden of primal desire when we huddle around the crackling fire. As we lament lost pleasures of lush spring at anguished sorrow of the flapping wing Saturnus laughs and leaps in gusting wind to cheer our hearts that only fruit can mend, so for one hour the bleak sun glows blood red in scarlet halo around his hoar head. Through endless flashing of cold winter days I float in numbing pain of hungry haze as faces that glowed orange around hot blaze freeze into soulless masks of silver glaze yet still I wander weeping in mute daze on quest to map way free from doorless maze. No roses bloom on tangled thorny vines that veil dark entrance to rich diamond mines where I seek Eye of Whole Eternity revealing key to forge posterity with ringing hammer of aggressive hope my mind could soon transcend its global scope. With graceful wantonness of gentle sport we play chess games of power in castle court to prove who best can cultivate lush fields and who wins contest of love when she yields as we compete to generate more souls whose fierce ambition might fulfill our goals. When Phoebus rides from court on snow-white horse he finds Saturnus by frozen stream course cradling half-starved daughter in trembling arms whose ice-blue eyes gleam with innocent charms, so he bears Scotia to warm castle room where she wakes to his smile in rosy gloom. One thousand years later in our strange world their spirits generate the cosmic herald who drives to work as social analyst to study where Adam and Eve first kissed in Almaty Mountains of Scythia while he weeps in grove of forsythia. The cheerful howl of wolves in city streets who dance in shady parks to engine beats inspires my heart with coming of the spring to join world social media choir and sing about courage of the frail human being who finds beauty through tragic suffering.
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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