Beauty Of The Glass Sky © Surazeus 2024 04 06 Startled by strange beauty of the glass sky that casts weird sunlight on white tree of fear which glows with strange alacrity of faith, I stop in middle of the shady lane while strolling somewhere past infinity when I try to time-leap through eyes of rain. Impressed by graceful skill of the dream spy acquired through years of practice from the seer who teaches me how to perceive the wraith, I carve epic of history of sea stone with fierce ambition of insanity to play sad tunes on flute of angel bone. Amazed by snow frost of the question why that gleams on mountain of the weeping star which fractures mirror of the monolith, I walk toward castle on the howling hill to challenge divine right of monarchy while carving chess pieces from glass bastille. Alarmed by ennui when elephants cry while marching over mountains of Zathar where hungry children chew on books of myth, I gather magic runes from burning well to channel psychic words of energy at solemn ringing of the midnight bell. Amused by fragile dance of the silk kite that measures spin of the Earth iron core fraught with sympathy of arrogant math, I dream our universe is One Eyeball though I analyze social jeopardy defined by strange Luciferian fall. Enchanted by music of still evening light that gleams eerily on white country store where oldest woman on Earth takes her bath, I rush mountain trail toward clarion call that echoes silent years of memory when I read bloody writing on the wall. Estranged by whisper of the silent night which fairies translate from the lion roar who guides me home to Wonderland of Truth, I choose through free will the most noble goal to support progress of democracy that ensures equal rights for every soul. Enlightened by confusing tricks of right which singers encode in classical lore that foretells coming of messiah sleuth, I compose tragedy with honest role for cosmic herald who brings liberty for every conscious being in the White Whole.
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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