Raven Feather Of Truth © Surazeus 2023 01 02 Subtle as the raven feather of truth, blind demon of my heart stands on the moon that bleeds tears of the dead in mountain streams which drown our bodies in desire to live against hostile indifference of mute Nature who tenderly nurtures our stoic souls. Gripping bag of apples close to my chest, I charge forward through forest of despair, leaping obstacles of fear on taut wings and dodging rivals for natural resources with eager ambition to retain wealth till I enter gate of victory with joy. Discharging campaign to gather ripe fruit from bounty of Earth with prehensile pride, I consolidate collection of wealth by extending empire of land control to claim treasures of Earth with bold respect that feed my family with nutritious faith. Exploding from seeds of fear into trees that bleed apples into mouths of lost souls, blind demon of my heart leaps from the moon that mirrors face of every human being born from howling anguish of fertile wombs in seething waves of psychic energy. Reluctant physics of the hungry brain redistributes passion through chains of being clogging channels of verbose contraception with taut religion of the screaming clock that opens portal to the multiverse where all my other selves clump into me. This intellectual being that traps my soul in writhing anguish of pleasurable pain wanders through eternity of desire to measure womb of uncreated night seething with sense of motion in the void devoid of heart-piercing light I admire. Discrete as the raven feather of truth, I record all tragic human events with blood from the blind demon of my heart who cracks from crystal eggshell of the moon to soar on rainbow wings of Lucifer over vast waste land of the roadless world. Astute with tenuous wittiness of faith, I grasp intangible complex of truth through ulterior motive of clever love to perceive pernicious concept of pride as fuel that energizes holy quest for elusive glamour of honesty.
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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