Map Of Blood On Her Skin © Surazeus 2025 06 27 Because sad eyes of wingless crows perceive flow of my blood in body of the world, the water of the river speaks to me about my faceless lover of the wind who glows from flaming beams of the dawn sun that eject despair from darkness of hope. Your flaming heart that dispels gloom of fear reveals the world to be more beautiful where human beings are butterflies on flowers who find new strength from turmoil of the sea to walk upon wild waves of changing times with balanced courage of dream-singing trees. Your moon-bright eyes of holy solitude illuminate dark signless road of hope where I walk toward the future I invent by weaving words in tapestry of tales defining how I think the world should be where every person lives happy and free. Celestial whispers of the long-dead stars infuse the air we breathe with vain desires that fuel our journey to the Promised Land where bitter rebels wrestle giant gods, then give their treasures to the cheering crowd as gifts that seal social contracts of faith. Wings of gulls conceal vastness of the sea where Mother of Mankind walks on gold sand while suffering draws map of blood on her skin which shows me how to live with honest joy as I hold hands with the soul I love most who gives me fruit she steals from snake of lust. When shadows of my words reverberate as subtle echo of my formless thoughts across the hollow space between our souls, I feel influence of my heart vibrate in symbols that project my fantasies within flexible framework of respect. Bright shadow ring of thoughts formed into words undulates outward from crystalline core through strict concentric spirals of respect in ripples that weave matrix of our minds as organic bodies souls animate, which translates genetic memories to dreams. The solid ground of Earth on which I walk spreads out from hearth of my blood-heated heart in all directions to form giant globe which slowly spins in void of glowing stars so I listen to trees and rivers sing elaborate tale of adventure I seek.
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, June 27, 2025
Map Of Blood On Her Skin
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Orpheus transcribes map of blood on her skin to preserve ancestral memories that program ideologies which motivate our struggle to survive.
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