Wild Electric Anguish © Surazeus 2023 01 05 When my body vibrates with intense hope that flame of my mind will glow through the storm I feel immortal soul of genes flash bright with wild electric anguish of desire, and then I know my soul still pulses fierce deep in dark hollow abyss of my heart. Huddling small in curve of the jagged crag high on steep slope of the arrogant mountain, I curl my body against raging blasts of mocking wind to shield fragile soul flame safe from stinging arrows of icy rain, till all memory of warm light dissipates. Closing my eyes against harsh gloom of fear, I search dark forest of my memories for summer afternoons by the blue river where I danced slowly with elegant grace among fluttering leaves of broad apple trees, munching on sweet fruit in warm glow of light. Sweet memory of warm summer afternoons when I lounged on riverbanks under broad trees nurtures frail glimmer of light in my heart so I cling to vestige of warm-winged hope to shelter fragile fabric of my soul as shield against hostile storm of despair. Yet ever smaller in vast swirl of rage my body shrinks to fragile gleam of hope so small in boundless expanse of bleak fear that I almost welcome numb nothingness till I float bodiless in thoughtless void as last spark of light in the universe. Forever lost in nothingness of death, I drift on agitated waves of ennui, no longer caring if I live or die, naked in vast gloom of indifferent time, as fragments of my soul swirl wild in wind like seeds sowers scatter in sordid soil. Then deep in timeless abyss of lost faith first flash of heart-aching eternity flares forth from minuscule bang of desire to explode in harrowing light of dawn that shatters darkness into shards of time with eerie calm of rain-soaked honesty. Uncurling my frail soul from egg of Earth, I stretch my body by the jagged crag and gaze from high arrogant mountain peak at treeless meadows sloping into flowers that beam out into silver sea of joy which smirks amused to see me still alive.
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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