Eye Of Nothing God © Surazeus 2023 10 31 Austere wetness of orange-gray evening air omits compassion of my eager hope to find new paradise of peaceful rest somewhere far away from war-torn land soaked red with blood of enemies and friends whose voices whisper wordless in dark wind. Proliferation of jagged sunlight encased as glare in jar of fractured hope breaks every thought that I attempt to speak in jumbled riddles of conceptual lies that drool from hollow anguish of my mouth though I stare into haze of fuzzy shapes. Yet tangled syllables stuck to my tongue boil howling laughter to shoot earnest bombs in sudden ringing silence of despair that follows me on signless road of hope ten thousand miles in waste land of fake homes where I play settler in the genocide. To join with earthly things in naked books so I can feed hungry hordes of believers, I declare war against statues in churches though they exile me to mysterious isle where apple trees laugh at my fierce ambition to reclaim crown my father wore till death. Through shadow of the tyrant I expel amazing data stolen from the wind that dances spirals on the mountain peak, which inspires me to design ideogram defining concept of aggressive faith forged into sword I wield to enforce truth. Celestial body of light-blazing brain radiates from dreamless Eye of Nothing God which sees through minds of every breathing being that lives now on this planet in the void because humans just want to feast and sing till angry fools spoil the game with blind rage. So when I find crystal skin of the snake gleaming gold in lush grass of my back yard, I sing weird magic spell of honest fear to grapple with specific fantasy through which I recognize Goddess of Love who walks beside me everywhere I go. If we fall laughing in indifferent rain at bitter irony of random fate we might find energy to rise again at resurrection of the cosmic herald who speaks dark omen of the swirling storm that looms over empire of Nothing God.
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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