Fall In Void Of Time © Surazeus 2023 06 12 Since death will always catch us by surprise, though we are sure it could strike any time, we boldly plunge into river of life to transcend horror of aggressive force in vain attempt to attain paradise till we pluck fruit of love from tree of hope. I should go cautious into that good night to traverse safely dangerous terrain where monsters lurk in pitfalls of despair waiting to devour the careless fool who stumbles into shadow of false hope without attentive study of desire. Through careful measurement of hostile space that looms around me with dark jagged rage I glide through chilly shadow of despair on slow tentative steps to test firm ground because my head buzzes with shock of truth that death could strike me down at any time. Illusion of this world I think is real crumbles away beneath my trembling feet, and sacred treasures shining in my hands are blown away by harsh winds of disdain to scatter all my hopes on fractured ground so I feel myself fall in void of time. Though I fall tumbling into swirling gloom my impact shatters frame of aptitude to blast wide open howling space of hell that hollows anguish from indifferent lust so I create my paradise from fear I guard from death with sweet hymn of true love. Though I am cast from heaven of my faith and lose security of fiscal aid till treasures I make with my crafting hands are stolen from sacred vault of my heart, yet I will build from nothingness of why new paradise of fruit trees with my will. No matter where I walk in quest of life on nameless nowhere roads in maze of myths my heart is home of confident respect for death still walks beside me to the end, bright glowing shadow hovering over me though I steal wings of desire and try to fly. Since death will someday catch me by surprise while I perform creative rites of faith I dance with swirling ocean waves of truth to comprehend weird language of our brains till I arrive on stage of bloody hope when I feel myself fall in void of time.
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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