Puzzle Of The Shadow Land © Surazeus 2023 10 22 The tall sky-lacing tree in my back yard, I climb up to play Tarzan in the woods, knows me better than anyone on Earth because I tell her all my secret dreams, so, though I have moved more than thirty times, she follows me across the shadow land. While I lounge on the gritty ocean beach, and listen to the silver waves of hope say nothing about paradise on Earth, the horror-eyed girl searching for her mother, who vanished when their dingy home was bombed, cries with stark anguish of the shadow land. How much I am the woods I wander in, I contemplate while searching for the grail that shines on airy stone by putrid well where nymphs play hide and seek with praying folk who wield angry guns to defend themselves against devils who hunt the shadow land. The proper-acting woman in pink gown, who sits on stone wall of the hillside garden, gazes with joyful sadness at small town where her grandchildren will someday be killed when they are locked in prison camps of faith to cleanse wanderers from the shadow land. The moon so long alone in starry sky believes itself to be the glow of truth that writes profound riddles in river sand to welcome bathers in her silver thoughts who play with naked liberty of fear till raven witch measures the shadow land. Time conjures fear from patient ocean waves as if we feel no sorrow for the dead killed by grim terrorists against their state because we turn to sand with changing clock of mental atoms that unwinds dazzled faith to prove who really owns the shadow land. Bright pearl of wisdom fashioned by despair illuminates my heart with timeless truth I cannot see except with telescope which redesigns my cosmic paradigm to include the girl weeping for her mother whose body formulates the shadow land. Through poignant passion for weird prophecy, matchless with authentic vibe eyes refract as diamond rainbows piercing hearts with facts, my brain perceives the real world as it is, forever surging waves of molecules which might solve puzzle of the shadow land.
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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