Beauty Of The Falling Snow © Surazeus 2024 01 08 With sudden beauty of the falling snow that blossoms soundlessly from bleak despair I smile at crazy weirdness of our world where people break conventions of respect to fight against oppression of desire though our bones are all forged from the same snow. Though our bones are all forged from hungry snow, woven in skeletons by angel hands, we walk together to the forest pool to make out among flowers of true love, bodies kissed by our own butterfly hearts so we become the songs sad sparrows sing. If we become the songs wild sparrows sing before explosion of the morning sun redesigns the world we once thought was real, we could unlock the home we want to share, and live together in silence of trust while the sun mocks love with indifferent glow. Since the sun sparks love with transcendent glow we organize chaos of hot desire into consensual routine of charged hope to weld our bodies into wise offspring who embody unspoken lust to live before the Earth is swallowed by the sun. Though the Earth will be swallowed by the sun billions of years after this timeless hour, we will hold hands and walk the signless road from ancient homeland our ancestors named to escape invaders stealing our dreams in our endless search to find paradise. Through our frantic search to find paradise we colonize valleys thick with fruit trees where we build our homes on lush river shores to claim this land as ours since dawn of time, determined to destroy mute gangs of thieves who still hide in shadows of nameless fear. We still hide in shadows of urgent fear, struggling to survive in dire poverty while the man who claims he owns everything parades around to display superior strength till we rebel against authority that bombs our homes to rubble of lost tales. They bomb our homes to rubble of false tales, but we rise up again on burning wings to build Paradise on ruins of Hell where glowing skeletons of angels dance to celebrate birth of messiah sleuth with sudden beauty of the sparkling snow.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, January 8, 2024
Beauty Of The Falling Snow
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