Maze Of The Eye © Surazeus 2023 01 30 Swifter than process of the waterfall my leap of faith carries me beyond truth because when I answer the midnight call sorrow transforms me into the sleuth reluctant to answer the question why that cages my soul in maze of the eye. Complete as shell of the unbroken word my naked calculation to grasp power arranges puzzle of the dream unheard that proves salvation of the twisted flower always codes writhing window of the sky each time I try to map maze of the eye. Sudden as collapse of our old world view our love at first sight protects us from harm though happy children sailing past the new sell each other lies with defractured charm as if they cannot believe angels fly over walls that define maze of the eye. Instead of forcing species of lost worlds to assimilate against their free will the kind-hearted queen helps lost boys and girls join collective where they share unique skill to build galactic empire while they vie with lovers to create maze of the eye. Crazy with grief at loss of ones we love we wander dazed in haze of memories to reach in vain for paradise above that never opens doors with secret keys confused beyond logic we should apply till we meet our ghosts in maze of the eye. Stuck in dark shadow of the hopeless hour where demons of our fears lurk behind masks we grope for life with hearts stubbornly dour while we hide our feelings under cold casques since resistance is futile to comply with mandate of fate in maze of the eye. Strange as self-sacrifice of love may seem to spirits twisted with bitter despair we escape trap of false wisdom we deem too precious for bold game of truth or dare with consequence only fools will defy in bid to transcend weird maze of the eye. Shocked by the horrible beauty of death that deconstructs organic souls in time my body conspires energy through breath designed by victors who evolve from slime in process of learning how to descry way of salvation through maze of the eye.
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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