Together Till We Die © Surazeus 2024 01 27 To borrow working vigor of the sun, that beams quintessence of expanding love through hope-wakening blossoms of my soul, means I transcend abstraction of desire through honest force of elemental act when I construct strong shelter from despair. Thus we hope selfless love is medicine which heals the bitter hurt of those betrayed by people they most trusted to protect their fragile bodies from consuming hate, hearts bound in tangled firmament of time that soon unravels all we make in death. This picture that reflects my absent state, no more than shadow of my formless soul, I hope reminds that I might exist far from domain of your daily routine, for I would haunt your waking hours of fear with hope that I return from nothingness. This sack of bones my spirit animates retains fierce energy of lightning glow enough to urge my forward-motion way against the seething tides of mocking shame that nameless people hurl with judging words to drown my passion in their hungry fear. Fame sneers at me with mocking attitude that shackles my sane liberty of faith with cold opinions of the faceless crowd who think they know conceptions of my mind which frames with love each action I perform commensurate with false mission of my hope. With furtive focus of nefarious plot more surreptitious than my private faith, I conduct unorthodox war of words through quick regressive search for secret key to unlock subterranean state of grace in which I store truth no one dares accept. If we break off our last lamenting kiss with bold insistence of the faceless ghost that we are real, though still unsignified by grand unearned awards of fake respect, we must accept with calm faith in the light that we decay with every passing year. We haunt each other in the twilight zone, two lonely people lost on signless roads, till we meet on bleak windy hill at dawn, and through our bleak despair of hungry hope decide we shall hold hands with honest trust and travel on together till we die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, January 27, 2024
Together Till We Die
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