Without My Burning Heart © Surazeus 2023 02 16 Without my burning heart to guide my way, I would be lost in maze of Wonderland, so I will never kneel in gloom to pray to faceless terror of the bloody hand, as if I am the star that never falls to crack the mirror mask in doorless halls. Without my burning heart to light the world, no fruit trees blossom from vast parking lots where war orphans follow the cosmic herald who turns them into valiant Argonauts dauntless in their fight against tyranny to calculate strange code through irony. Without my burning heart to crack the eggs that nurture demon souls of deities, described by names and deeds in catalogs because Orion loves the Pleiades, our children program weird computer code to map the multiverse by psychic road. Without my burning heart to frame the truth with arcane doctrine of the hero code I accept my fate as messiah sleuth, though I refuse to sing the palinode disputing doctrine that the afterlife is lie designed to heal hearts torn by strife. Without my burning heart to trace the path my bold ancestors blaze around the globe, I could not grow into the polymath composing ballads to pulse of the strobe that blinds wingless angel in the glass church who budgets journey for the occult search. Without my burning heart to prove the notion that we are atoms swerving in the void, I could not find primal cause of all motion that spurs my dreams in psychic solenoid when we run laughing on the beach of faith to become one with the galactic wraith. Without my burning heart to choose the words that help me navigate vast maze of myths, I might not find you singing with lake birds safe withing ring of diamond monoliths which form ancient temples of dinosaurs now thriving as sad poets in bookstores. Without my burning heart to print the tale depicting tragic romance of young fools, I will build paradise in river vale with secret formulas of psychic tools so I can raise my family in safe home when I find the true grail and cease to roam.
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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