Anxiety Of Naked Truth © Surazeus 2024 03 24 Intense anxiety of naked truth wells up in desert cloister of my heart with bulging magnitude of honest faith in wretched misery from unpuzzled part till my whole soul explodes in flower bloom that shimmers joyfully in misty gloom. While wandering aimlessly on signless road in search for apple tree where serpents hiss I find in paradise hypnotic toad whose eyes entrance my heart with hope of bliss so I eat mushroom of enchanting dreams that spiral me unpathed by rainbow streams. Bright spark of naked horror in my breast burns into roaring flame of howling hope so I revert to inner human beast to dream how my ancestors learn to cope with shocking hours of terrible insight when I am flooded with ecstatic light. Each mode of my ancestral chain of being explores strange world of objects to achieve salvation through regeneration ring when food and love programs them to believe we are born again through conceptual means, revived based on immortal soul of genes. Still wandering road of life on timeless quest I find two gods in grove of apple trees who each present their way of life as best based on opposing principles of trust, energy of passion that fuels the heart, and logic of control that binds with art. Dionysus lounging in leopard skin, imbibing wine that frees the mind from rules, entices me to release lust within and dance without restraint of social goals with promise of ecstatic joy for life, free from suffering and pain of mental strife. Apollo perching in chlamys and wreath, strumming gold lyre and chanting lyric spells, instructs me to channel thoughts with breath and study nature of rivers and hills with promise of wisdom to perceive truth through self-control of the messiah sleuth. As fool composed of complex energies, I wonder why they offer me false choice of one way or the other as life keys, for I decide to choose both with one voice, combining passion and logic as ring that bonds my heart with honest strength to sing.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, March 24, 2024
Anxiety Of Naked Truth
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