Curved Trajectory Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 09 29 I watch the shining crescent boat moon glide with stately grace above the ancient oaks where Venus stands in flowing gown of clouds holding high her lamp with the Morning Star above the prow to guide her journey west along the curved trajectory of faith. Through parabolic symmetry of time I somersault across the rolling hills to bend my body lithe in graceful leap by dancing balanced on taut wire of hope that we embrace with passion for the truth that fuels our journey to the Promised Land. She half-remembers parable of trees that knowledge is empty function of being preserved by zero sum philosophy that we contrive from humming wings of words upon returning to the lake of skulls which dissolve into sparkling sand of time. While Venus lounges in the last row house left standing on the street of leafless oaks, I slouch on cracked steps of eternity and watch cars rumble down the broken road till drones with cameras float overhead to record how our great empire will fall. Still stuck between the rock and the hard place, I hold snarling wolf of Rome by her ears before I decide to apologize for any inconvenience I may cause since I intuit feelings people hide through necessary indulgence of false pride. Through urgent bestowal of clemency, based on psychotic waiver of respect, I plot world revolution of the weird based on amazing grace of faceless clouds because the lonely prophet on the train calls out my name from in the hurricane. Reaching my arm up to the empty sky, I try to touch the mirror face of god who murmurs honey spells of tender fear in tangent with the burning sun of dawn when light creates the shadow of our souls by forming magic ladder to the moon. Wearing pink gown for the midnight ball, Venus walks in prairie of star-kissed wheat while holding folded-paper boat of hope to ask the demon of the jungle why we ache with sorrow for the souls who die with calm acceptance of the endless rain.
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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Monday, September 29, 2025
Curved Trajectory Of Faith
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Orpheus runs eighty thousand years to follow the Morning Star of Venus so he can find out where the sun is born.
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