Death Will Silence Me © Surazeus 2023 10 02 Each week when I take trash out to the curb I suffer existential dread from hope that I am worth the products I create when I convert dirt to books full of dreams that program how my brain perceives the world after I fell nine days and nights from Heaven. For space of half an hour dark silence brews reluctant thunderstorm of honest faith that I express weird stories I compose from fragments of strange memories that flash intense emotions my ancestors felt at the shocking hour they faced hungry death. I sing weird tales of transcendental vision that guided my ancestors through wild storm with deeds condensed in lessons I must learn to evade grim hostility of death who laughs at futile effort to survive which I deploy in psychic strategies. Yet I would never kill myself to ease pain of failure that cripples my desire to guard paradise where my children play since death will crush vibrant flame of my soul too soon in timeless spinning of the Earth for I would rather dance in weird moonlight. I sing bright glory of transcendent faith in divine beauty of my inner soul to radiate psychic energy of love that spirals from first flash of the big bang which beams through my body in eerie tunes for death will silence me with mocking sneer. I play role fate assigns me with pizzazz in wild romantic travesty of faith for I am who am I despite my plan to play role written in some ancient myth since I am more unreal that ocean waves reflecting face I accept as mine. Thus I will disappear at flash of dawn that watches my children walk from my grave to follow signless road I did not pave because I realize my story is done once I relax in walls of paradise to ignore social scenes of thought control. So when I retrieve crown my father lost when I cast him into the lake of fire I decide not to wear power he claimed for everything I am I made myself from struggle to overcome bleak despair since I reign over nothing but my mind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, October 2, 2023
Death Will Silence Me
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