Theorem Of Important Fears © Surazeus 2025 08 29 Born out of laughter buried in my heart, I float on waters of awakening, aware of random words twittered by birds with throat burrs whispered in the eglantine, diminished weight of oaths unbalanced near beyond the fractured limits of our words. Still tense with apprehension of false time, against corollary measured by thoughts, unproved by theorem of important fears, I squirm from cramped space of my humming skull through game of elemental urgency, yet eager to resolve divided tricks. We know nothing of disillusionment expressed by ticking of the faceless clock, trapped in the haunted house of nowhere else, yet drunk on sugared periwinkle wine too pungent to wake the lion from dream, tagged as the sailor lost without his ship. Hiding in the private place of your heart, I mingle sorrow with tenacious facts too original to be elegant whenever we feel worthless in sunlight because fate strips away our mask of pride to show the world raw hunger of false faith. Inconsequence through tenuous respect always tells the truth no one dares deny, yet stricken words stick in the surprised brain however oversold with ecstasy too intimate for children to escape, because we almost hate our noble strengths. Because not all of paradise is lost, crystalized by embittered mountain winds, we build vast temples for the faceless god who bathes in hot springs on the jagged slope to protect charming emblem of true love that glows from phosphorescent clock of eyes. Admittedly my brain of pulsing lust is not translucent as Orphean mask that hungry refugees of war must wear by drinking milk around the crackling fire as we hum hymns of hollow victories we fight to save our bodies from stale fate. Since we know nothing of the day or hour we might fall wingless from the crystal tower, we give each other books we never read about romance for adolescent girls who boldly live with liberty in law in calm defiance of the patriarch.
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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Friday, August 29, 2025
Theorem Of Important Fears
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Orpheus strides across bright-lit stage as he preaches about theorem of important fears at the International Conference on Poetics of Transrealism.
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