Vanishing Of Bitter Fate © Surazeus 2025 09 20 Your many voices chattering in sunlight radiate from countless television screens in waves of hope across the city maze where gleaming cars stream past buildings of brick through endless vanishing of bitter faith that leaves us lonely on the river shore. If I use love to build my mortal house out on the endless prairie of sad wind, despite my vain search for the Promised Land, I might almost escape hunger of hope to hide my plangent heart in grave of time from which will bloom the primal Tree of Life. The forlorn whippoorwill in cloistered woods discusses humble passion of the seer who leads grim-eager Pilgrims down through Hell before their bodies dissolve into dust through uncanny affection for the sky where water waits to fertilize the world. We fear most what we sense in our dark hearts so we should measure rainfall before dawn in solemn preparation for our death since we must improvise our social role with outrageous respect for humble souls who dare defy the tyrant in his tower. With Key of Wisdom burning in my hand I disassemble puzzle forged by fate, exposing greed of cruel ambitious men who attempt to reframe the narrative so they are always right in game of power till they exhaust their rage with bitter hate. When I meet the oxcart man on the road that winds around the mountain of mad ghosts he asks if I would like to buy his cart which he constructed from dinosaur bones so I steal tattered wings of Icarus and dance around the fire with shaman chants. When I transform into the Spotted Owl I flutter wings of laughter in moonlight and soar on the road my ancestors blazed ten thousand years Scythia to Oregon where I translate the ancient song of waves to verses humans fail to understand. When I arrive at the End of the World I stand beneath the Tower of Hercules to strum the ancient Lyre of Mercury and sing about fall of America from which we build world empire based on truth long after vanishing of bitter fate.
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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Saturday, September 20, 2025
Vanishing Of Bitter Fate
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Orpheus teaches children in high school the history of the rise and fall of the American Empire and how it was replaced by the World Republic of Zarathia.
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