Window Glass Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 09 15 If we touch each other with solemn words to prove we are alive with ocean breath, we might earn certificate of respect by selling pleasure to the laughing tree which eats corpse of the turtle with disgust while God pretends to guide us with the wind. Love gives me power of dangerous hope to change shape of my body with stark words by breaking iron egg of arrogance from which white butterfly of God escapes through ardent navigation of the maze where children search for dreams they leave behind. If crickets hibernate in violins with outstretched wings of vapid turbulence, we might emerge from window glass of faith by eating bread and cheese with sips of wine while yawning under blankets of warm trust, since alphabets bleed from opulent eyes. Humility appears as watchful lynx on grassy lawn behind deserted church, concerned by absence of fraught bitterness when children imagine storms of the sea frail as white rose the ballerina bears while dancing how the heart is ruled by fear. Reformulation of our pristine world by sprawling features of the burning map resorts to eerie melodies crows hurl when claiming territory snows erase till settlers arrive in wagons of lust to build new homes with window glass of faith. Tricked by desire to earn my global fame, I tear blank pages from the book of lies and scatter them on floors of senate halls with reverential disdain for deceivers who claim they are right about everything while eating beautiful words of frog ponds. Based on conservation of energy, required by government agents of faith, we drive abandoned cars of faith back home though roofs of our houses have fallen in from frantic gravity of civil strife between nationalists and globalists. Imminent prayer for everlasting doubt writhes with elegant disdain for lost faith, prefers to chronicle our false mistakes that we decide to offer with stiff hands insignificant meaning clowns exchange, and tricks the simple to believe in death.
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 15, 2025
Window Glass Of Faith
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Orpheus cleans the window glass of faith for the International Zarathian Bank where homeless people get loans to buy cardboard boxes for sleeping behind the deserted church.
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