Beauty Of Terrible Death © Surazeus 2023 01 17 The happy horror of the falling leaf reveals strange beauty of terrible death which forges despair into calm belief that we can survive with each new breath by twisting misery of relentless pain that motivates our strife to fight for gain. I search for light of wisdom in the stars that could help me understand without words why we must suffer pain concealed by scars till we imitate weird language of birds to share knowledge through ideas that shine as temple I build with my grand design. Through tribulations that almost destroy accurate world view I build with my bones I grow beyond sorrow to create joy from angry laughter of smooth river stones as I journey to find the mindless core that vibrates with hope of the open door. Truth lights the road I follow toward my death that fate decrees will be my destiny based on decisions I perform through faith to overcome heart-wrenching agony so I express my natural state of being in tandem with programming code I sing. I wander through dark shadows of my mind to pave with hope the muddy streets of doubt that my nameless ancestors had designed till I grow into role of the dream scout searching for wisdom beyond bitter grief on which I construct new church of belief. Though weight of existence crushes my heart with every step I stumble toward my grave I find energy to draw new world chart based on shadows that flicker in dream cave till I stand on edge of eternity to find power of love through liberty. When I leap with faith in the empty gloom to splash in river of bottomless fear pure water of truth cleanses sense of doom so the future I want shimmers more clear though memories of the past haunt my way with solace of loneliness when I play. From indecision that shackles my soul with mist rising from the silent abyss I struggle to perform my chosen role fighting against stale solitude of bliss which sparks flame of compassion in my heart so I become my own true guiding light.
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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