Concept Of False Time © Surazeus 2023 02 19 The house that wants to know the true way back to where the raven in the red oak sings decides to give away its fractured doors so children of the desert find the egg from which blind serpent of the universe unspools conceptual concept of false time. The flag on the house of the weeping king considers how stars calculate our fate because through fear of death our hearts respond with shocking revelation of the damned who gamble for salvation before dawn though we are trapped in concept of false time. The debonair window of vanity, too optimistic for religious faith, detaches hope from mediocrity insipid with brittle passion of hate to face daily reality of death, happy to evade concept of false time. The house in the valley of happy horses performs sudden act of rebellion recorded by the jester with four hands who foregrounds act of translation with faith while buffeted by harsh trials of life, eager to desert concept of false time. The tangible allurements we decline, while on the path of least resistance home, build tales that preserve terror we conceal since light of truth diminishes with fear from permanent fidelity to love deep in the swirling concept of false time. The river flowing through ten thousand doors of safe homes in global metropolis inspires us to release distinctive forms so we become the everything we dream while clearing banks along the sunlit stream that bursts vital from concept of false time. The eyeless ghost composed of tangled words breaks through limitations of the blank page to call for us with radical intent so we imprint our being on globe of dirt which proves our worth to exist without shame, disentangled from concept of false time. The old man howling on the stormy heath with vindictive ranting against despair challenges basic structure of belief with spontaneous impulse renewing soul so we reflect truth based on self-control as wind bends grass toward concept of false time.
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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