Through Darkness Of Faith © Surazeus 2024 10 10 The tiny flame inside the silver tear, which my mother gave me when I was young, contains all the light of the universe expressed by formula of writhing grace, so I hold its glow in palm of my hand for it guides my way through darkness of faith. The eerie tune inside the silver tear, which falls from the leaf on my upturned face, records dark water of the subtle voice that flows with tenderness of gentle love to measure strength of passion I resolve with each cautious step through darkness of faith. The naked soul inside the silver tear, who tastes sweet blood that fountains from my heart, leads my shadow back to forgotten home where I calculate the cost of return which I must pay each time the river screams to confound my trip through darkness of faith. The rolling stone inside the silver tear, which hides my memories in Book of the Earth, crushes gold-footed idol of world fame so I can enter city of my birth while wearing mask of the many-faced god when I map old roads through darkness of faith. The flashing moon inside the silver tear, who watches me with eyes of diamond light, reflects immortal soul that forms my genes so I know how to act with gentle grace when I retreat from stage of history after I find path through darkness of faith. The mirror eye inside the silver tear, which gives me apple of sweet loneliness, so I gaze at vast space between the stars to find whole face of my infinity, tells me weird truth in silent words of light that reveal new course through darkness of faith. The timeless clock inside the silver tear, which measures patterns of atomic swirls, contains eternity within its wheel because end of the road is far ahead yet language of my body is finite so I sing to walk through darkness of faith. The faceless god inside the silver tear, who weaves my secret name from tangled words, tells me this world I see is mine to take if I can slay the demon of despair that haunts the valley of the singing skull which I bear with me through darkness of faith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus gazes at the silver tear in his hand that his mother gave him before she died of a broken heart.
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