Sharp Ache Of Truth © Surazeus 2025 08 20 He opens the notebook with sudden urge to record the random thoughts of his mind, but taps his fingers on blank page of doubt with idle nonchalance of the snide seer amazed at meaningless sublime of life that pierces his heart with sharp ache of truth. The microscopic thought of measured words, that myths will die with makers of their truth, accelerates his plunge in solid sea imperceptible to most honest tribes who attend church of the mental disease with crypto-mystic code of abstract faith. Exact assertion of lightness we share luminates inner core of secret homes with upward motion onto downcast stars where devils crawl across the pleasant sky with universal sadness no one buys though knowledge dawns before the end of time. Untethered spirit of angelic faith floats over fields of unwalled paradise where we attempt to raise the dead with prayers that crack brute lamentation of the sky despite abysmal waste of stubborn lust that almost drowns us in our bitter tears. Since he has time to live well in this world against all odds of arrogant respect, he dances with immune abandonment where fairies of midsummer gamble fate against conceptual clock of each new hour that renders aspect of the forest pool. All children know that God was never real except ideal our parents advocate as goal for which we strive with rectitude to transcend limitations of our brains by wearing fur in harsh Antarctic hills at sudden thoughtlessness of ecstasy. Good fluencies of routines mimicked well infect Hadean source of spirit pain with frantic gestures of our personage when he decides to photograph the sun who lounges naked on fluffed clouds of fate to taste disfigurement of mortal masks. He likes this version of himself much more than solemn language of irreverence, so he invents new theologic code that defines fake parameters of fear though trapped in self-delusion of lost faith still piercing his heart with sharp ache of 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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Wednesday, August 20, 2025
Sharp Ache Of Truth
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Orpheus pulls spear of truth out of his wounded heart, then asks the child if God is real before he floats away on ocean waves to prophesy the rise of Zarathia from ruins of America.
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