Wild Thoughts Of Energy © Surazeus 2025 09 08 Consolation at brevity of life consumes my heart with anguish of respect for magnificent beauty of the sky when I eat bread and drink water of faith that plants splendor in my attentive heart to channel rebellious passion for truth. While I wander lost in world maze of myths in quest to find the exit gate of death, I sit on mushroom of the humming toad and meditate on endlessness of hope to realize at flash of the morning star that the true maze unwinds within my heart. Wounded by aggressive hunger of fate, I float out of touch with the trembling world, inert as cracked stone on the river shore, as I listen to trees debate the truth with uncontrollable love for the moon that shrinks and swells with mysterious proof. Should I bear witness to sharp suddenness that death asserts to claim my fragile heart, dark nature of my hungry heart transcends strange mystery of death no human can solve when I climb holy mountain of the mind to find wrecked ship my grandfather once built. I never notice strange beauty of trees till the woman with four eyes takes my hand and gasps with awe at shimmer of green leaves that whisper how our intense happiness proves to be the weakness we fear most, so we eat at the table by the sea. Immersed in archive of her pretty smile which conveys strange tales of humanity, I decide I love every human being who breathes ethereal consciousness of light with solemn passion to create the good against contrivance of self-serving greed. Entangled in wild thoughts of energy from delirious wisdom to change truth, I climb the desperate ladder of respect, reciting catechism devils code, with brave performance of convenient love through solipsistic game of stygian spells. Since we have not long to love in this life, we stay with light that weaves our lonely souls with communal bonds of intimate faith as I reach out my open arms of hope to hold your spirit, so alive with heat, and savor love as we wither and bloom.
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 8, 2025
Wild Thoughts Of Energy
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Orpheus decides that he loves Ophelia after all, so he runs through the forest till he finds her picking apples by the lake, and she smiles as he declares he wants to stay by her side on the long road of life.
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