Agony Of Silent Hope © Surazeus 2025 06 25 The woman stands in bright circle of light, pulling the universe into her heart with brutal smile of arrogant respect that rearranges all my memories so she is center of dramatic life in which I play assistant to her truth. I long to inhabit body of flesh and savor pleasures of life on this Earth, soul curved with agony of silent hope so I swell huge beyond frame of my skull till I remember life of every soul who evolve millions of years into me. On laughter of our hearts bound with red thread we pirouette over chasm of trust, hearts bloated with hot breath of eager faith as we embrace with passion to transform immortal soul of genes from fish to god, then kiss and feed each other juicy fruit. Despite how long I fall from empty skies, with bones unbuckled from my naked mind, I fill the present with dreams of the past we share as tangled roots of hungry trees while crawling desperately on river shore to find sweet mushroom of eternal life. The blue dragon fly of our pulsing hearts, that unites our souls in marriage of love, flits around our faces in summer heat as we wade slowly in algae-thick stream to catch fish and turtles with eager hands, then roast meat over moon-red flames of faith. Soft amber glow of innocent desire, that lights our faces with ethereal glow, reminds our bodies we pulse hot with blood as we swim slowly with the river flow, then rise together from electric mud and laugh with muffled climax at despair. While sucking honeysuckle blooms of joy, to soothe sharp pain of fragile tree-limb bones, we cuddle among goldenrods of fate in silver breeze that bears on outstretched wings sly chestnut-backed chickadee with black eyes who gives us names we cherish with each kiss. Your long black hair of delicate concern swirls round your face in gusts of ocean wind as we trudge wide mudflats of honesty to gather clams we roast on crackling flames, then sing together in wild harmony as we embrace under vast galaxies.
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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Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Agony Of Silent Hope
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Orpheus and Ophelia roast clams in ocean cave around glowing fire that attracts wandering tribe of hungry people who kneel to worship the goddess with silver eyes when she gives them food.
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