Revelation Of Belshazzar © Surazeus 2025 06 08 Because I never tire of singing trees, I hide from mankind in the glowing screen where cattle are but shadows on the hill and junipers bleed tears of graveless souls, so I will carve their long-forgotten names on stones that crack at rave of petrichor. Rooks that caw at my window before dawn teach me to understand song of the Earth so I plant trees of demons in the sky that drips wet clay on crystal temple walls where yearning souls fly round the fractured world to seal our languages in burning books. That noiseless patient spider of my heart which crawls vast promontory of despair still launches filaments of secret codes to map the measureless ocean of space where I build bridge of words beyond my soul that hangs on gossamer thread of weird truth. Thus I traverse the globe for sacred lore so my stern heart may learn experience designed by prudent tact of angsty wit by which I light the steady lamp of faith so I may wander lands beyond my town till all the world becomes my secret home. Through science I analyze Providence to balance reason with passionate hope supporting wholesome faith of nourishment which fuels my journey to the Promised Land where I perform great deeds from innocence to render fear of absence obsolete. Dispersed by words across infinity to rise from Nothing of conceptual light, I spring from ideals of my memory through incantation my heart radiates by caustic prayer confounding my free will based on Revelation of Belshazzar. Thus I record sad cries of wind-thrashed leaves to hint at nothingness of bitter cold which glows in hollow of my trending heart based on resistance I must exercise through fierce exertion of my honest will to transcend limits of my time-bound space. Aroused by gleaming fantasy of faith, my brain asserts authority of fear to bind chaotic swirl of charity with mask of meaning for the doctrinized, forged by electric flame of words I speak till we become sufficiency of Death.
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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Sunday, June 8, 2025
Revelation Of Belshazzar
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Orpheus and Ophelia take their children to the restaurant to eat fried chicken while the wicked witch recites the lost Revelation of Belshazzar.
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