Isolation Of The Heart © Surazeus 2025 08 17 When he realizes with shock of cold wind that woman he loves is about to die, he allocates regressive plight to bend ardent dismay by floating in the sky, attuned to muted angst of humming wire that translates electric song of the choir. They walk together on the river shore, catching fish with their alligator hands, then gather pebbles from the sparkling stream to build enormous mountain of fake words where children play hide and seek with their ghosts till first mother teaches us how to sing. Extracting wisdom from the nuclear core, he watches woman of time where she stands in gleaming spotlight of apportioned dream where typewriters give birth to psychic birds, glad we find our mother on distant coasts because she transforms into angel wing. Since I want to join your curious journey beyond enclosing walls of paradise, you hire the most undevious attorney to calculate the psycho-social price we pay for isolation of the heart quarantined through fortune of the star chart. Embraced with graceful elegance of trust, they dance in April breeze of yellow flutes, rehearsing for the fantasy of dust Morpheus sprinkles on their love-grown roots as if they have no reason for regret beyond eloquence of the alphabet. She would decipher his pandemic code based on flight of their reality scale, but she explains that every soul on Earth is soaked by the same rain from the same sky, so we climb inside the language machine to steer our ship of state past rocks of fear. I would walk ten thousand miles on the road to be with you, though we succeed or fail in game of life, to disprove social worth that people use to judge the state of why through analysis some dare contravene in grand convention of the puppeteer. He holds her hand with gentle loving care while she goes about her business of death which divides concept of the mutual pair committed to union of mental breath so she becomes the glowing beam of light that guides his way in long lament of night.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus holds hand of Ophelia as she lies ill in bed after their long romantic journey on the road of life since he first rescued her from drowning as she clutched the flowers of evil.
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