Lost In Starless Void © Surazeus 2024 04 21 Sweet sorrow of our ever-spinning world, we share in tales we sing around bright fire when cold wind howls across the rugged plain, sparks joy of faith inside our lonely hearts so we look forward to rise of the sun that will dispel blind ghosts who haunt our way. Regretful passion of cold falling rain dissolves despair that paralyzed my heart, so at fierce blasting of wind in my face I wake from agony of searing pain to laugh with bright joy at the darkest hour when all I love seems lost in starless void. Excessive hope for beauty of rebirth, when I attempt to alter code of fate, obstructs my way to enter paradise, though I spread arms like eagle wings of will and leap across abyss of hungry fear so high I fall beyond reality. Aggressive strum of lyre strings in my mind allows wise serpent of rage to escape egg of solitude in sea of despair so I stand shaking with fear on the stone that gleams white as the dawn sun in my eyes when I shout curses at wild ocean waves. Benumbing tune of fractured mirror bursts naked with ambition from time-bruised hearts to drive young humble farmers mad with hope that with each democratic vote for truth they may taste pure fruit of eternity before they cry at dying of the light. Glorious dismay at laughter in glass hall confounds my journey to the Promised Land when I stop by high waterfall of blood to ask the crippled eagle why she cries, but she recites weird riddle of the horse that misdirects my attention with love. Resplendent ennui unlocks faceless doors each hour I marvel at the fabulous show angels and demons unite to present in theater where Death always triumphs because she has no room to call her own and he has way too many empty rooms. Fair emptiness of words our brains express contains all thoughts that every conscious soul who ever lives in the whole universe ponders while they gaze at gleaming sky and wonder at fantastic mystery we write about with proverbs in the book.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, April 21, 2024
Lost In Starless Void
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