Landscape Of Our Dream © Surazeus 2024 11 04 Through infinite fracture of our time tongue resolve suggests profile of the god mind out of proportion to the human brain based on bold gesture of togetherness which snugly composes the whole of thought in eyes that search the landscape of our dream. Repurpose picture processing our hopes defines new mission impossible to parse with sketch of shadows twisted by blind trees to outline this body we think we are contrived by whispered secret of the star that bleeds spirits on landscape of our dream. Confused by nothing Nobody declares, she tries to sell laughter outside the church but no one understands the words she says so she wears face of the mysterious fox who appears in mist of romantic hope as fleeting flash from landscape of our dream. Pillar of light that wears fake face of God appears in hall of mirrors without doors where children teach their parents how to pray by hiding sorrows in the water box when abused women escape prison homes to scatter tears on landscape of our dream. Sublime acceptance of fortunate death suffuses atmosphere of swirling air when we share secrets in the Pantheon to catch the demon of crippling despair that seeks soldiers stuck in the bullet haze which splatters blood on landscape of our dream. Sad smiling clock bolted in the oak trunk tries to explain key to eternal life by showing me the tragic comedies my father wrote with blood on plates of gold for me to recite in the crowded church after I map the landscape of our dream. Self-awareness of the critical stance makes the bored bard reluctant to accept yet another prize from the world elite who read his riddles with attentive care to show they understand his secret code on signs across the landscape of our dream. Perched on stone lion head outside the hall where fairies and goblins create new books, bespectacled owl of philosophy ignores eccentric formulas that state conceptual function of time is the wave that flows across the landscape of our dream.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus paints landscape of our dream on lush flowery meadow beside the River Styx that flows by the throne of Godin.
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