Weird Art Of Living Free © Surazeus 2023 02 08 Because I am the compass of the sea, inviolate thought still buzzing in my brain, I leap the singing waves of Avalon to find myself more strange than anyone who tries to measure passion of the rain reflecting lonely treasure of the key. Not less myself than everyone who knows just how to play the new fantastic role that would deceive the brightest butterfly because I sail the crystal ship of why more apt to bungle mission of the goal in restless search to understand dawn snows. Yet still we gather on the destined shore to explore vast maze in Palace of Hoon where even bitter ghosts can still be heard to imitate strict program of the bird designed by trees to analyze the moon before my strangeness arrogates the core. Because my flowers of the bleeding hill must be reflected in glass eye of death I look beyond the tower of desire to study resurrection through the fire, expressing fear from hero of the myth who teaches fools to exercise their will. Because she is the genius of the sea, embodiment of sorrow in sweet form, I wear the gasping mask of mountain wind with tragic gesture of the honest friend, awake at flashing wisdom of the storm since we must learn weird art of living free. If dark voice of the sky speaks through my heart, expressing lonely beauty we prefer, then I play games in dream-emblazoned zones with magic sparkle of brain telephones though I am first-born son of Lucifer who maps world history on the mental chart. Bright lights of fishing boats in swirling mist guide refugees of war to lonely town where Goddess of the Sea with blazing eyes still sings enchanting hymns in weird disguise to wake bold courage of the humble clown who preaches that we all should coexist. So we must now accept this shocking truth, that weak and fearful men join fascist gangs that fight to enslave the weak for their gain, but they spend psychic energy in vain for Justice always breaks their bitter plans through agency of the messiah sleuth.
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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