Nothingness Of The Swamp © Surazeus 2023 06 28 The strange way tree branches explain the wind pierces my pungent heart with angst of faith so ichor bleeds from rainbow-flashing eyes faster than television flicker beams immortal souls of angels through my mind as I struggle through swamp mud at midnight. Though useless moonlight on the hungry pond displays shadow of arrogant defeat I ponder if only faith motivates my leap across the stepping-stones of fate to face blind faceless monster of my fear as I hide in the swamp where frogs sing hymns. With clumsy eloquence of honest hope I hum in harmony with river waves that glisten cold with light of everything because I touch eye of eternity that weaves wild atoms in my flashing brain as I measure nothingness of the swamp. Though I erase each letter of my name to disarrange surreal text of my tale I speak new vague spell of old laughing rain to analyze strangeness this body proves with problematic ambition of love as I hide treasure in the misty swamp. The obvious way sarcasm burns our trash reveals how we could misconstrue the peace that breaks all records of the singing land because the old gods never know our names though we tend gardens in harsh vales of Hell as I consume bitter fruit of the swamp. Though I taste molten liquor never brewed from pungent berries of the demon woods I float with drunken bees in summer haze to drink pure honeyness with butterflies who howl with sorrow at the fractured moon as I retrieve broken dreams in the swamp. Elegant Foxgloves on lush river shore send butterflies from weird celestial fields as missionaries teaching secret code preserved in timeless pearls of solitude for I would not renounce my faith in Death as I dance singing in the moonlit swamp. Though we build towers of crystalline steel to shield our wounded hearts with shining glass against stark horror of Nature who molds our fragile bodies from atoms of time we will embrace to keep each other warm safe from indifferent hunger of the swamp.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Nothingness Of The Swamp
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