Ominous Eclipse Of Faith © Surazeus 2024 04 08 Enchanted by the eerie scarlet glow beaming from ominous eclipse of faith that strikes surreal darkness across the land when Artemis fires silver bow of truth, I laugh at foolish fears my fathers felt, convinced the Devil was attacking God. The disappearing world of solid forms, illuminated by fraught beams of time, escapes from boundaries of unspoken words to swell from wordless breath of honest fear that something will destroy the world we see and all our cities sink in burning seas. In total darkness of my Nowhere Land, where I was born from sorrow of the night, I stand on bleak peak of Mount Helicon and sing with haunting voice of Mercury creation of the universe from light that vanishes behind mask of the moon. Black Raven flapping wings of solitude gives me her silver eyes of curious faith so I see through veil of reality to know weird glow of humming energy that springs from fountain of my bleeding heart as I remember name my mother sings. Becoming shadow of my nameless soul that stretches ever longer around Earth, I try to design wings from restless wind that blows my hair around mask of my face with each world-shaking blast of ocean waves that batter my heart with love for all souls. Just as I feel I understand it all, perceiving flow of human history as consequence of endless tribal wars to control apple trees by lake of fish, Black Raven streaks across scope of my mind, energized by first flash of the big bang. Billions of galaxies spiral in swirls from God Eye at core of the multiverse, each forging billions of planets from flame that nurture billions of love-conscious brains who each feel special with one Godless Mind, alone in crowded sphere of the White Whole. Yet when the black disk of the eyeless moon continues moving on around the Earth, rays of the sun again saturate time with ever-shimmering flow of constant change, so we return to gathering food of life from generous breast of our Mother World.
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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