Colors Of Her Heart © Surazeus 2025 06 10 Because she sings the colors of her heart with silent vigilance of flowing words, time bears new trails of pungent eglantine along frail rivers of forgotten lore from which she lifts her gaze of ritual dream to hide sweet sorrow with the mirror mask. Return of hope from colors of her heart reveals forgotten trees of absent fruit, how she floats light on memory of dark waves to dream our birth from Mother of the Sea who leads us crawling diamond river flow to dance in windless sorrow without rest. No subtle flash with colors of her heart cracks thought foundation of our empire state though she forgets with flutter of dry leaves where she must go to find her secret self who finds safe haven within mirrored walls of every home she lives for eighty years. Excited book with colors of her heart spreads frail demonic wings of solitude to count aggressive days of honest work defining courage of the humble man who dares oppose cruel tyrant of the stone that crushes castles made of crumbling sand. Through current theme in colors of her heart she sells fake tickets to the Afterlife, performed by tricksters in cathedral hall concealed by theater of the absurd built firm on ancient graves of hungry gods whose absence haunts the empty sky of prayers. To measure shape for colors of her heart, detached from fierce desires of programmed brains, she plants thin apple sapling by the gate so tree of knowledge may sprout angel wings with gentle wave of strict expansive growth surrounding field of skulls with writhing walls. Strange voices toned by colors of her heart present new method for the soul to bloom by standing tall against oppressive gangs who kidnap honest angels from their homes at risk of social injury bound by code that guides how we should protest peacefully. Because she draws the colors of her heart as complex map of psychic energy depicting landscape of the virtual world that shimmers in clear sphere of mental space, she defines scope of alphabetic spells that indicate the right thing we must do.
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, June 10, 2025
Colors Of Her Heart
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Orpheus visits is mother Calliope in the assisted living home to record the stories of her life she whispers soft as apple leaves.
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