Our Terror Of Death © Surazeus 2022 12 22 If I walk in the room where you are not I might hear strange vibration of your mind that radiates dreams across the universe to weave zillions of planets in one ring that shimmers bright with divine mind of God which we invent to soothe terror of death. Yet you tell me with words you never speak that you want to take me to empty room halfway along the broken bridge of dreams and show me painting of the beautiful which helps our eyes perceive the unseen truth designed to dispel our terror of death. Though you walk invisible by my side along the signless road that goes nowhere we find ourselves in Heaven we create so we program our bodies to perform daily routine that sustains dream of love which shelters our hearts from terror of death. Whether you ever appear in my life or disappear from spinning wheel of fate I feel disembodied soul of your brain haunt my heart with presence of your not-being so I write love letters you never read in tales I shore against terror of death.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, December 22, 2022
Our Terror Of Death
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