Puzzle Of Spiritual Hope © Surazeus 2023 04 03 He finds his father washed up on the shore, rancid flesh decayed to spiritual hope, so he drags his corpse crumbling into gobs of disgust over shimmering golden sand of silent horror at beautiful glow of sunset screaming blood into wild wind. With purple wind in his aggressive hands he sings wordless angst of spiritual hope in strangled language of moon-surging tide, yet faceless children chase white butterfly, then kneel in splintered light of genesis to watch the turtle clamber up soft dunes. He hears sweet siren on sharp jagged rock, lashed by furious waves of spiritual hope, sing heart-enchanting elegy of love because we cannot bear to look away from indecent tragedy of our lives, urged by crippling pain to overcome fear. Though his soul is dispersed in swirling mist to shroud cold heaven with spiritual hope he measures turbulence of endless seas through vanishing harmony of strange sounds with plans to preserve nothingness of love in fractured shelter of collapsing worlds. His wordless cry admonishing mute clouds, mapped by soft chorus of spiritual hope, encompasses our mortal realm of pain disbursed as fractal quadrants to reveal last cycle of change that dissolves our truth too potent to assemble mask of faith. With unknown voice in loud chorus of rain translating puzzle of spiritual hope, which redesigns his social paradigm, he chips flint stone into soul-rending blade that resembles shape of his time-carved face while plotting revolution against hate. Grinding wheat to flour in sun-baked clay pot, he prepares fresh bread of spiritual hope which he eats on small flat-top pyramid as sun-sparkling surf cheers slow flight of terns till aching sense of his loss scintillates breathless gloom of forgotten paradise. Ghost of his father rotting on the shore, disfigured with rage of spiritual hope, resurrects from horror of unknown truth to possess his body with spark of faith when he sees face of his father appear reborn in person of his laughing son.
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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