Time Of Laughing Trees © Surazeus 2025 07 08 Too far back in the time of laughing trees we lose ourselves in games of hide and seek through frantic contest for king of the hill in which each madman grasping wand of power declares himself the winner by default till I arrange all their skulls on bookshelves. More fragile than the flower of desire, he finds his aching soul eager to die under vibrant emptiness of the sky while walking once again the same old route he always takes to find the true way out till he returns and lounges by the fire. While writing analysis of the world, in the late evening when wild crickets chirp, he pauses typing without knowing why to stare at shadow of the unknown moon that teaches him how to endure long days, forever trudging wrong way down the maze. If he admires with soft ungrafted thoughts water-wavering architecture of faith, he might discover pebble road of truth while wandering in the swirling mist of hope to find he wears the wrong name in his heart when he codes evanescent certainty. Thus when she finds him by the ruined church, where he clutches glistening horse-chestnuts, she conjures bright phantasms from his eyes that vanish when he grasps essential words composed of slippery fish he fries to eat while shouting in the thickened air of fate. Pure satisfaction of elusive truth reveals how puzzle of his cosmic brain lacks crucial pieces of the absolute which means more than he is willing to say on brink of revelation in the haze, hypnotized by illusions we create. How deep in maze of ever-winding streets he goes to find the garden of her heart where ghostly renderings of bitter truth haunt every waking hour of complex brains about sincere mourners of the mad king who dances naked on the storming heath. With canny calculation of contempt she scatters spells considered obsolete through unpredictable progress of jokes that drive his rattling wagon off the cliff where certainty of faith will misdirect intense attention of the analyst.
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 8, 2025
Time Of Laughing Trees
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Orpheus calculates countless timelines that unfold as consequences from the fall of America so he can figure out how to save democracy from the oligarchs.
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