Absence Of Your Soul © Surazeus 2023 08 25 I could not feel stark absence of your soul unless you had been present in my life, so real and messy in passionate play of physical vibrance, your beating heart flushing your soul awake with solar beams of fierce ambition to savor strange joy. I took for granted presence of our soul, expecting I perceive with casual eyes excessive spark of pulsing energy that you exude with confident despair through random performance of your desires, your fullness now emptiness I palpate. With visceral anguish of my twisted heart, that gapes with hollow hunger of shocked hope to sense your vibrant presence with my soul, I ache with unpalliatable desire to embrace material physique of you, yet you elude perception of my love. Your absence gapes with nothingness of hope, broad as abysmal void of faith we shared, so I feel crushing gravity of grief suck me numb into vacuum of your heart that drags me down through nihilistic lust to recreate your whole unstructured soul. Based on clear phantom image of your soul my brain attempts to conjure from thin air, I utter spell of hope, in riddle bound by passionate desire for you to live, that needs expression of ethereal breath for me to reassemble you from dream. Intense contention of my hopeless will seems almost to assemble from hard thoughts motionless idol of your mortal soul, but longing for your vital presence clangs bell of awareness your absence is real as glowing cloud that hovers over me. Extreme projection of my flashing brain almost composes you from words I pray, so clear as sunlight glowing on your face you stand before me with eyes full of love, but when I open arms to recognize your presence, your absence consumes my heart. I would express outrage at laws of Death that erase Beauty from this changing world, but I know shouting up at empty sky, or howling at unfairness of blind fate, would empty me of sorrow at your loss, so I must cherish absence of your soul.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, August 25, 2023
Absence Of Your Soul
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