Every Cell Of Our Being © Surazeus 2023 07 04 With pensive sorrow of the fractured world I walk toward the girl with ten billion hearts whose love swells vast as spinning galaxies which sparkle in soft diamond of her eyes so I know how to walk the road of life by holding her hand with loyal respect. Where orchards blossom in heart of the land are families dwelling in homes they construct from hopes of refugees who flee from wars by feasting well in bleak scenery of gloom, lit by exploding bombs of tyranny, to boldly face the unfamiliar light. Collecting lumber of our fragile lives from shifting shadow of indifferent woods, we build our memories into new homesteads and weave our hopes in humble clothes we wear based on private perceptions of old truth somewhere far away down the winding road. Though truth is timeless in the nevermore we just now have arrived in cluttered yards where danger burns in flames of arrogance described by letters we never receive for we are waiting in the burned-out church for honesty of justice to prevail. Beyond quirky things that happen to us, still hidden safely in orchards of fear, we seek exemplary star of our fate to escape blind tyranny of the state across the waste land of all nameless ghosts and build our new home in the wilderness. While searching shadowless cave of lost dreams I find the one thing in the treasure chest that can save America from blind greed which still preserves our greatest code of laws defining how we seek the ancient light that pulses in every cell of our being. With anxious courage of the honest heart we journey forth against hard winds of war through revolution of new moral laws extending equal justice to all souls who join hands in our mission to construct communal haven where the lost may dwell. Through open doors of welcoming respect lost tribes escape the howling storm of greed to dwell at safe hearth of democracy which we sustain with effort of free will for we share atoms of the pulsing world as global family born from one Soul Star.
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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