Terrible Beauty Of Life © Surazeus 2023 02 11 The deathless mother of the spinning world uncoils bodies of her children from light illuminating garden of her heart, and breathes ethereal spirit of the stars that animates their minds with conscious love to savor terrible beauty of life. The spirit of blackness inside our brains expresses shadow of time on world lake in shifting flashes of astounded souls who sing with silence of eternal love ever blooming as fruit trees on the shore to reflect terrible beauty of life. The dark demon that sleeps inside my heart motivates my quest to explore the world in search for relics of the mindless god that vibrates atoms in matrix of souls through cry that inhabits my eager ache to express terrible beauty of life. The dream of tumbling planets blossoms bright with glowing halo of torn angel wings conceals my pilgrimage to sea-side town where barefoot children play with hungry waves on sunlit tidal flats of endless hope to reveal terrible beauty of life. The delicate schooner gliding on froth sails past vague shores of lush Elysium where ancient monstrous gods of primal lust lie under blue unchanging sheen of time, veiled by gold curtain of serpentine light, to challenge terrible beauty of life. The sleeping beauty of the ruined castle rises on malignant wings of desire to hold frail human heart in trembling hands that pulses taut with anguish of intent as shining instrument that creates souls to revive terrible beauty of life. The stark indifferent moon smiles at my mind with buzzing gaze of wordless ecstasy that borrows secret passion I employ constructing virtual world my brain designs with concept of vulnerable loneliness to restore terrible beauty of life. The shadow of love shrouds my heart in faith that fuels aggressive force my mind restrains so I can channel energy of love through throbbing therapy within the horse still searching the Promised Land for my grave to design terrible beauty of life.
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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