Belili Writes My Name © Surazeus 2025 07 14 The casual way he talks about the sea confuses horses of posterity with valiant monuments to memories that crumble into sand with turn of time which shall erase all names of humankind for we are broken statues of the mind. With hungry hearts of anguish for the truth we march with laurel branches and death spears to escort with wild cheers of angry hope the banker and the fishwife in gold carriage knee-deep on muddy roads in pouring rain back to the Bastille and its bloody flags. When frightful demon of the cursed abyss, disguised as star-eyed cardinal of faith, reveals the entrance to the Underworld, I strum my lyre to play ethereal tunes and tread the fragile bridge of groaning bones to find soul of the woman I love most. I kneel before Belili on her throne and offer basket of plums from my heart, so she accepts with beaming moon-bright smile and eats my heart with serpent teeth of love that makes me writhe with ecstasy of faith till my brain explodes with the lightning flash. Stuck now in portal of the fractured world, I feel my body pulse with eager lust to generate new body for my soul so I can walk the world of hills and lakes four hundred million years of bitter strife to transcend my weakness with loyal love. Since death is opposite of leaving you I curl my spirit in your aching heart which drives your passion to live for each hour as we walk far around the spinning Earth one million times to find the Promised Land that has always existed in my mind. Belili gives me book of writhing ghosts and asks me to give each new-designed soul the secret name that keys their fate in life so they can make the mask they want to wear based on how ancestral memories guide each choice they make that results in rebirth. Belili writes my name with sizzling blood on stone walls of cathedrals in the sea to conjure demon of my heart from Hell so I have power of the honest sword to cast the tyrant from the throne of truth so she can reign again as Queen of Earth.
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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Monday, July 14, 2025
Belili Writes My Name
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Orpheus offers Belili gift of the scroll he made with dragon skin after writing epic tales of her achievements with demon blood.
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