Chaotic Swirl Of Hope © Surazeus 2025 05 30 Why clouds glow silver in the boundless sky I cannot speculate nor ponder why, absorbed by beauty of the shocking light that pierces my sad heart with ache of right as I drift in drowsy uncertainty at source of mysterious sublimity. I see in mirror of eternity face of my Muse born from absurdity who will take mask of my face off the wall and kiss my unfeeling lips when I call her sweet name with song of the nightingale who leads me through the misty roadless vale. I dare not doubt romance of the heart calculated well on my stellar chart based on inherent uselessness of faith contrived to trap concept of the star wraith in holy hymns believers sing in church beneath the gargoyle on his lonely perch. Though my horse of freedom strains at the bit I urge her race beyond the counterfeit to scatter oak leaves scribbled with dream verse across fake planets of the multiverse which proves the living cannot love the dead whose ghost of absence haunts the pulsing head. Stuck in dank danger of my memory, through puzzle of my documentary, I love the evil witch who hates my soul so I play necromancer as my role to resurrect the dead in ballad tales who mock the process mental health entails. I long for bodied contact with my Muse, though beauty fails to support old world views, so I go through the Underworld of lies without looking back to ancestral spies who remember my frail dismembered frame strewn on the beach as bones without my name. I dig the skull of Orpheus from hard dirt to learn code of his weird prophetic art so I can weave chaotic swirl of hope in solemn proverbs that help people cope with lack of meaning in this brutal life where gods gain power by killing through strife. The dead we buried in tomb of grand myths return as zombies in ringed monoliths who disassemble narrative of truth that foretells coming of messiah sleuth who wears mask of god to hide nothingness though we sing on bridge of forgetfulness.
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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Friday, May 30, 2025
Chaotic Swirl Of Hope
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Orpheus wears the mask of Jupiter and preaches salvation through compassion for everyone in the church of the laughing gargoyle.
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