Phoenix Of Freedom © Surazeus 2023 12 23 If I could solve the long sorite of life that leads me past endless puzzles of truth, then I would claim the redness of sunrise through timeless energy of secret words as power that inspires my heart to love, born from Phoenix of Freedom I respect. With brutal beauty of the morning light, which radiates from eerie dreams that can kill, I calculate strange fate of innocence, immune to complaint of primitive powers that reassign my pain with signs of wisdom so I walk barefoot over fertile ground. The bright sunrays that penetrate rose windows fail to disperse gloom of cathedral halls though I grope through hazy vision of faith to find paradise hidden in foul graveyards where my ancestors wait for judgment day that never resurrects them from mute dust. Pretending I am not the fugitive who almost drowned in the river of tears, I photograph serene landscapes to capture odd slant of light against stark hill of trees where children search for bones among the flowers while singing hymns about the fallen angel. Yet thin harmonious tear of my childhood springs from dark bosom of the dreamless Earth as sparkling fountain from the fractured rock where wingless horses and white ravens flock with gang of boys who swim in the cold pool to replay journey of Odysseus. Grim face of the old nameless warrior, that stares down from the granite cliff of fame, watches thousands of empires rise and fall as rebels fight the tyrant and his clown who assassinates the lonely half-blind king so his daughter flees to live with kind farmers. With ancient energy pulsing my heart I stay till twilight on the roadless hill to feel vibration of the rainbow glow one million years through sparkle of my bones, yet never morphs into wings I can use to fly above vast maze of living myths. If we allow that tyrant to ascend one-eyed pyramid of the new world order, then we are doomed to fall from civil war in flames of greed that will destroy our world from which the Phoenix of Freedom will rise to teach us once again how to live free.
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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