Concerns Of Your Heart © Surazeus 2025 07 29 I want to address concerns of your heart but I cannot see your thoughts in your eyes that shimmer bright as sunlight on the lake, so I transform into the sprawling oak and stride down the middle of crowded streets to stand on roof the crumbling White House. Yet overnothing of the dreamless lake forms ice from words that crawl on broken wings prepared to clock delusion of free sight related to how stones punch silent thought more paralyzed by our remotest hope that gleams from lamps on people-crowded streets. Reluctant to accept death-laugh, erased by ancient unwords trapped in rolling stones, I program evolutionary phase we play on cluttered stage of cosmic fear, better than holy clown of evermore who nails your false voice to cathedral door. Retreating forth with miraculous seeds cloud-stretched beyond infinity revealed, we tear masks of our most authentic selves off bold robotic monsters we become to buy salvation from hypnotic toad who eats concerns that foul my loyal heart. Each story seed I find on signless road bursts forth from frail egg of my hungry heart when I lie on cold marble floor of fate to gaze amazed at high cathedral roof resembling ribcage of the dinosaur who steals conceptual legacy of truth. Each flake of snow that drifts into my eye transforms to graceful fairy girl of fate, gowned in white silk with pink rose of respect, who offers glass of wine when I arrive to ask her hand in marriage of true minds till she morphs into the crucified Christ. After I stumble lost in the waste land, clutching blank tablets of communal laws, I find Saraswati in scarlet dress sitting on stone rim of the fountain pool with smile that causes great empires to fall because I feel true concerns of her heart. Now that I understand her secret heart I see her thoughts shine in her ancient eyes when she glares at me with admiring rage that transforms me into the three-eyed crow who flies into bright blazing sun of fame with song that shadows all with honest truth.
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, July 29, 2025
Concerns Of Your Heart
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Orpheus and Paul Celan find Saraswati strumming the veena that vibrates with the holy spirit of redemption.
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