Mayhem Of Untwisted Roads © Surazeus 2025 10 25 Through constant mayhem of untwisted roads, split by dark strangulation measured wrong, she helps manipulate system of clouds that drenches morbid valleys with false tears, though children bury masks in river mud to prove their right to eat fruit from dead trees. Emergent trauma trips ascending gods whose bodies bend far temporarily around inclined assertion fraught with light which fools extreme heartbeat of tame contempt to join wild contest at the festival long hosted by the faceless god of stones. If freedom could be monetized by faith through soured neglect of perfidious creeds, our privileged bodies might exchange respect for mischarged desire stained by honesty despite elected key of cankered fear we share with strangers on the ocean beach. Close to forever suavity, despised by bookless prophets without social rights, we dance with courage of the broken tree to climb unregistered walls gods destroy before enchanted demons can escape, alone in pleasure of abandonment. I purchase strange way to be beautiful by tossing unearned prizes in the lake against mute hesitation precisely placed, though time unlocks considered entropy, uneasily though brains deconstruct fame, before we can process our bitter loss. Unquiet dissertation solved by risk records eye of our spirits without rain, too slick for runners born less self-aware, so we share hard-earned merit with our friends who whisper false regrets of bitter joy while kissing where the blue crane cries in pain. Trapped by intentions of the reckless spell, I drive old rusty truck on muddy roads and shout in gusts of rain-perceptive wind, the more I leap abyss of nothingness the closer I approach meaningful jokes to find my face in mirror of the sky. Uncertain precious days of life are mine, I lie prone on eccentric grass of fate to free my heart from miracles of love till I float blissful on bright radio waves to sing weird haunting melody of hope against bleak darkness of this world we share.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus laughs when he realizes he cannot control mayhem of untwisted roads while attempting to map complete history of human civilization on virtual globe of Earth.
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