Fracture In The House © Surazeus 2023 04 02 Original condition of my soul transcends specific details of my being, beautiful as ripe apple in the bowl that figures graceful motion of the wing based on eerie spirit my words express to argue through resolve of happiness. The person people perceive in my face remains ever invisible to me, yet I feel joy beyond confines of race though I am bound by myths of family, so I gaze in truth mirror to assess current state of my spiritual progress. Confined in stereotype of who I am, translated from concept to mortal coil, I spring from seed of my mental program that serves to contrast my nature by foil when I strive in vain to achieve success since I create beauty from psychic stress. So I prefer to hide behind glass door that shields my heart from the authentic fake which desperate people purchase from the store with secret passion of the chocolate cake that leaves me with no real choice but to guess how to create truth with the printing press. Because I am the fracture in the house I give my doppelganger all my wealth who resurrects from wonder as my spouse whose glowing eyes secure my mental health when my mind expands scope of holiness with timeless insight of romantic kiss. Moist leaves that flutter in the morning breeze wake me from shocking simile of death to measure false hope through analyses proving rainbows percolate conscious breath that sparks fractal growth from rich nothingness so I compose strict dramas from world mess. If I read figure of my mind as white I feel peripheral blankness I define radiate from unknown center of pure light with telescopic framework of the line arranging virtual facts through emptiness that grows and dies in fertile righteousness. Two fragile figures clothed in subtle thoughts submerge their oblique passion in star lake so we mutate farmers to astronauts trained to discern the real authentic fake which can never account for loneliness since all we have to give is tenderness.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, April 2, 2023
Fracture In The House
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