Radiance Of The Wraith © Surazeus 2022 01 12 Not ever bursts electric flower of light too fast for speakers puzzling honest jokes though white wolf lingers soft in silver mist to study angst of harsh industrial blight in field of paradise where demon soaks still shocked at riddle of the analyst. Not often crushed by sneers of rolling stones beyond moss-covered ruins of paradise we wait in wilderness of signless roads for even preachers who read dragon bones to translate prophecies of bad advice though factory workers worship iron toads. Blank masks of street magicians tricking fools may mirror psychic tropes of tragic stage where standard characters can play their roles constructing new world view with logic tools described by words of blood smeared on the page with formulas that predict mental wholes. Through static crackling on black radios we hear strange message from the global king brought by the wingless angel in mute skies that lists each dead god in their cameos on social dramas where blind demons sing lost epic tales on tragic fate of spies. Not whether chess games can be won or lost through bellic strategies fierce seraph ploys in cunning plan to rule the spinning world reveals arcane expression of the ghost who mocks confusing roles for girls and boys defined by script erased by cosmic herald. Not always ardent based on tangling spells disguised as vines of grapes on lattice frames could we confess our love to faceless sprite who crawls at midnight from abysmal wells with shining eyes of hunger to eat names inadequate to bind our brains with right. Each human face I see in shadow play conceals strange thoughts I cannot hear in rain though I reach out my hand with eager hope to touch elusive truth no eyes display because I choose to bear heart-twisting pain which gives me courage of your love to cope. So many people on harsh road of fear collapse from horror of the fruitful way at shocking shatter of world view we faith though I wait stuck in empty house of here with nothing to exhale but wordless pray because I am now radiance of the wraith.
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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