Undoor Of Time © Surazeus 2025 02 25 Each day I glide through undoor of time to walk with my beloved in the park, I stop and feel strange beauty of despair as dead leaves drift from hungry naked trees, then step into the riverboat alone and row in dream to laughter of the sea. Stars guide my journey through undoor of time with spangled proverbs bleeding cherry pits that poison angels of the rancid land who cradle mothers fallen from the clouds whose bodies form fertile fields of our farms from which we grow new trees from aching hearts. Death lures my wild dance through undoor of time because my body tangled with glass bones remembers violent ecstasy of love that swells my spirit larger than the sky with pulsing arrogance of shocked insight when I see vision of our spinning world. Pure sea waves wash me through undoor of time on surging tides of frantic honesty with currents that still flow invisible though I map vastness of our throbbing globe with beauty-measuring glimpse of timeless flash that beams divine light in my dreaming brain. Unseen grandeur beamed through undoor of time connects my body to galactic mind as substance glowing spirit from the flesh constraining awed assertion to transcend material process of chemical force which animates our motion toward untime. Strange stories dispersed through undoor of time map brave new world of beautiful concepts when we create meaning of noble truth from random anecdotes of world events that thrust the fool on stage of history whose sacrifice elevates him to god. Tossing rock of truth through undoor of time, cracked open wide by gentle words of faith, I gaze at my face in Pool of Narcissus to understand true nature of Star God who always seems to silently watch us perform calm rituals of our frantic lives. With reticent faith through undoor of time I carefully explore world of ideal forms beyond terrified walls of paradise when Lais of Hyccara calls me name then takes me to sparkling Fountain of Youth to eat and discuss the meaning of life.
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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Tuesday, February 25, 2025
Undoor Of Time
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Orpheus follows Lais along the rugged mountain trail, picking berries as they flirt, then kiss under Grandmother Tree.
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