Build Elaborate Charity © Surazeus 2023 01 31 These many nights of chilly sunless frost the moon-eyed owl of demon-haunted woods sweeps aureate rings of turbulent desire to build elaborate clarity through shock straight from mind-expanding epiphanies that open panoramic thoughts of love. Then, with perpetual passion, undecayed by tarnished concepts twisting minds with hope, we contest secrecy of sanctioned truth immutable to arguments of logic, unperverted yet by impaired complaint, till fools declare themselves angels of faith. Forsaken figures of inviolate flight, bent toward proud declarations, foretold by flashing thoughts behind still-nameless masks, display ambition paced with cautious rage never disclosed by careless words of fear concealed in harbor of implicit hope. Though unspent motion, calculating dreams, yet unexpressed in blueprints for respect, glorified by baneful beatitudes, fuels aggressive force of tense reverence, we channel fierce esteem of sincere honor to bless frail souls compressed by misery. With accolades of voiceless friends, constrained at dawn by silver flash of faith, though praised by reborn queen of sunless afternoons, we measure complex maze of doorless homes in strict tandem with momentary faith on which we rebuild empire of the mind. No jagged cliff of long-unspoken thoughts could ever contain power to command loyal followers who, eager to obey visionary proverbs, help to construct world view that incorporates all known facts in comprehensive story we design. Each deep vibration, ringing across time when I strum harp strings with new-aligned pledge, could condense eternity in one word if, ever spoken by light of the moon, unshadows boundless truth of love undone by gentle kiss we wish to share at death. Awake in sleepless dream of Evermore, submerged in darkness always undeterred, I vault my sweeping soul of good intentions in maze of myths that preserves names of gods to exercise self-control of true faith with liberty in law all men would buy.
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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