Weird Secret Of Forever © Surazeus 2023 12 21 Unbearable beauty of the blank sky hides in the dream that I may never enter, so I conceal flame that falls from the sun with special loneliness of wordless prayer based on our love that becomes something else, for sadness of my aimless heart is tender. Unknowable beauty of the strange sea directs the wind to shadow where I linger in shattered passion of the apple tree, even though eager death can wait no longer for me to come down from the mountain cave, driven forth by calculation of hunger. Unshakeable beauty of the star stone that glitters with our eyes in the cold river, trapped inside its flow by truth of the moon, teaches me the weird secret of forever, so I record our story with the rune, though nobody but me thinks it is clever. Unchangeable beauty of our true love rearranges puzzle of the high tower which I construct from visions of the cave to imitate sacred space of the bower where we exchange sacred pleasures of bliss to savor psychic energy of power. Unstoppable beauty of her ice heart reflects my small face in the cosmic mirror with each apple I sell from two-wheeled cart while children gasp at my story of terror confounding monarchs cursed by the star chart who cannot overcome religious error. Unfindable beauty of the cracked skull is found in the swamp by the blind Lightbearer though nobody can play his special role in tragic romance where the mute wayfarer falls in love with bold slayer of the bull, then gives birth to the first global explorer. Unwriteable beauty of the well queen hides in the deepest dark place of the world spark of light which fuels the time machine when I wear costume of the cosmic herald to play in the temple no one has seen except the girl with angel wings unfurled. Unspeakable beauty of the tree bride, who gazes in my soul with eyes of sorrow, curls roots of love in planet I designed that multiplies my descendants from zero to colonize forgotten Promised Land with cottage by pure river of the sparrow.
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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