Mask Of Ariel © Surazeus 2023 05 03 I try to grasp flowing water with hands hungry to comprehend sparkle of hope that seethes with dangerous energy of lust urging forward motion of my frail body till I fall battered and wounded in shade, shuddering with horror at beauty of light. On buzzing wings of honorary angst I swirl taut zig-zag way of angry faith through narrow emptiness of howling trees with spritely joy of transcendental pride based on exuberant mirth of shocking bliss, shivering with terror at splendor of gloom. Trapped for ten million years of eager hope in Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, I break free from dragon egg of my brain, yet remain enslaved by prosperous sage who controls frantic passion of my heart, aching with fury at glamor of lies. Enchanted by glowing eyes of my lover who shares mind-expanding pleasure of song, I dance with wild abandon in Stonehenge till laughing wolves trap us in paradise, so I shield my soft heart with mask of Ariel, yearning with madness at grandeur of truth. I try to constrict writhing wind with coils of thought-inspiring breath to allocate fertile reserve of concept-blooming souls which designates the most productive role by which each person can express true love, manic with misery at glory of disgust. On humming lungs of ceremonial strife I stride with bold courageous fear of death through anxious aggravation of despair to evade cold body-absorbing muck of indifferent nature with blind outrage, crazed with love at opulence of desire. Extraction from soil of paralysis through aggressive teamwork of synergy enforces bound symbiosis of love with cordial integration on wild hills, so I activate rule of self-control, shocked with wisdom at purity of chaos. Diplomacy of competent control, programmed with friendship of mutual respect, veils frantic passion to generate life with proactive aspect in mask of Ariel I wear as character my soul designs, frantic with agony at grace of order.
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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