Marble Statues Of Beauty © Surazeus 2023 05 09 The only thing I care about is Truth so I keep groping through thick fog of lies flashing from words dispersed from open mouths that blind my eyes with illusions of faith till I can measure with discerning hands nature of things beamed from atoms of light. Billions of people around the whole world believe fake cosmologies of religions that describe some divine being in the sky who creates the universe with his thoughts but indifferent Earth spins in starless void, caring not whether we survive or not. I cannot offer some clear moral code as tonic for fevers that haunt our souls, nor document social ills of society to diagnose deep causes of our failures, then prescribe solutions to build Utopia, for we are all perpetrators and victims. I will not aim my rhetorical cannon to attack cruel perpetrators in power for I cannot protect the numerous victims who suffer injustice at hands of tyrants, nor offer sweet solace for the elect without authority outside the system. To celebrate apocalypse of Nature, and metabolize stories of mass death, I document survival of the foolish who stumble lost on signless road of love to join in danse macabre on moonlit hill where we memorialize escape from pain. Transcending mirage of religious lies to extricate ourselves from social systems that still privilege the special elite, we dance with Death to celebrate brief life, for nothingness, before our birth from hope, and after death from lust, is absolute. Forever walking toward event horizon, which delineates the black hole of death, to proclaim proud victory over decay, I mold bodies with immortal genes, fish to newt to mouse to cat to ape to human, which decay after we generate children. Beyond the endless endlessness of life we disappear into our social names till bodies of flesh with frail skeletons transform into marble statues of beauty that stand blind and mute for billions of years after we swirl away as dust in wind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, May 9, 2023
Marble Statues Of Beauty
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