Secret Mission She Forgot © Surazeus 2023 02 18 With courageous strength of euphoric hope from the little thief of her ferret heart, she bears painful anguish of bitter loss through stoic wisdom of the cliffside tree that helps her transcend misery of despair to fly on audacious wings of contempt. With timeless contemplation of the world while resting in shade of the maple tree, she ponders model of the world she sees to analyze flow of cause and effect that she perceives in sequence of events framed by grand narrative her mind designs. With brash confidence of one who faced death by struggling from river muck in the storm, face lashed by stinging rain of bitter hope, she strides along the sunlit road of faith toward walled city shining on distant hill to fulfill secret mission she forgot. With brazen puzzlement in dizzy fear of shapeless shadows shifting among trees, she looks around the forest of strange wind and wonders how she came to be now here in tedious nowhere of obtuse belief too convoluted for arduous thought. With inefficient passion still preferred, that represents determined hope to live, she nominates the raven on the rock as antiquated judge of noble deeds while staring at her stark face in the pool, opting to invite Death from cave of fear. With onerous goal of inflexible faith that benefits rational principles, she studies motivation of the stone to comprehend impetus of weird fate by which our nation purports to achieve perfect balance between self and the state. With superfluous labor of the fool, redundant through imprecise honesty, she measures anachronistic flow of time to streamline archaic process of growth more nonintuitive than burning trees relative for obsolete custom tricks. With shocking revelation of dawnlight, that streams with bureaucratic attitude, she wakes from daze of repetitious dance, enchanted by light on water of love, and runs toward walled city on the red hill that burns with flames of political war.
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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