Wordless Laws Of Fate © Surazeus 2024 05 23 Though darkness of our world surrounds my heart with vast bat wings of arrogant despair, I choose to sing with breath of lonely stars because I cannot know the whole of truth that formulates why of the universe so I blaze new trail in our wilderness. Stuck in dark pocket of my hungry heart, sunlight that longs to generate new life pierces through cracks in mirror of my mind so I can see where I am meant to be though I wander nowhere in field of grass, hoping to share songs with the river of eyes. Substantial as graceful ache of my heart, my spirit beaming from dream of my brain breaks into puzzles of sunlight on grass so I try to hear voices in the wind, but the universe refuses to tell how I should obey wordless laws of fate. Enormous nothing that transforms my heart from seed to forest on high mountain slopes reveals strange beauty of the universe concealed in features of her peaceful face when I see the nameless woman I love sleeping in shadow of my doting mind. Bewildered by fierce passion of my heart, I try to speak thoughts of the ocean waves so every stranger in the world can feel light of dawn cracking despair into shards that still reflect dark memories of despair we bury with seeds in field of rebirth. Awake each morning in grave of my heart, I count raindrops that bring me words of gods so I know how to encode what I perceive in religious doctrine of firm belief that frames window of ideology which guides my journey to the Promised Land. I dig up the old language from my heart so we can communicate with the dead who haunt stories preserved in ancient books as ghosts who rise as smoke from burning words when our eyes read spells of writhing runes that help us build Eden in the waste land. When wild animal spirits of my heart seek refuge in vast forest of my tales I paint their spirits on cold temple wall with lyre Orpheus gave me by the sea, so when you call on the telephone I can explain why every soul will die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus records wordless laws of fate in the book of forgotten myths.
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