Silence Of The Lonely Moon © Surazeus 2024 07 24 Strange as it may seem to the nobody seer, the moon is nothing more than mind abyss where angels breed with devils to create new generation of sane human beings who build global empire of liberty because the strong always trample the weak. Unlikely to determine what is real by staring through blank mirror of the moon, I talk to mountains about why we cry for people killed by harsh indifferent force of Nature who creates our souls from light because the fast always outrun the slow. Remarkable thoughts that shimmer in waves which swirl from silence of the lonely moon reveal conceptual stone of timeless fear which must conceal the god fools claim is real as if we comprehend softness of sand because the smart always outwit the dumb. Exiled to cavern on the river shore far from the faceless person I love most, I code lament of mute surprise in spell I write in runes with blood on autumn leaves which swirl away across the horseless plain because the honest always trick the liar. Deceived by beautiful vision of love words of your mouth project on summer clouds, I eat ripe pears when silver snowflakes fall, then sing heartache of bitter solitude in high-pitched mercurial wail of desire because the lover always scams the loved. Reluctant to return from river cave to live in glorious palace of despair, I glide with elegant grace in the hall where the beautiful people wearing masks consume my spirit with their vampire eyes because the rich always exploit the poor. Possessed by ambition to rule the Earth with superior wisdom of my world view that glorifies Justice and Liberty as divine principles of supreme good, I sing alone far from the castle court because the bold always defeat the meek. Obvious as the truth is to me and you, the sun is source of all things that exist as matter figured by patterns of thought when my words design logical ideas as I construct puzzle to frame the world because the generous always beat the greedy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, July 24, 2024
Silence Of The Lonely Moon
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Orpheus measures vast nothingness in abyss of the moon that knows why.
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