Weaving Nests Of Sorrow © Surazeus 2025 10 06 Birds always seem to know the reason why rivers dance with blind spirits of the sky while weaving nests of sorrow from the wild in solemn honor of the wandering child who treasures in his hand the last world orange that ripens from the ancient tree in Stonehenge. From round temple hall on the sunlit peak, that preserves sacred scrolls he longs to seek, Phoebus gazes at river vale of mist where he and the sweet water girl once kissed in subtle passion of soft Autumn breeze that transforms apple hearts to rigid keys. Though earthquakes shatter illusion of power causing towers to fall, but not the flower, Phoebus designs well-ordered city maze where everyone who wants to can stargaze to live well without insecurity by working together for Liberty. Assembled with the loyal revenant, who sing psalms without ersatz sentiment, we build on ruins of our lost empire brave democracy of the Testifier whose riddles reveal wisdom of the stars preserved in anecdotes of sad memoirs. After dancing on the tightrope of desire to sing with Death in the heavenly choir, Phoebus explores the old castle of stone with hope to call God on the telephone, but instead sings hymn of the Divine Self preserved in books on the library shelf. Pausing on the highest point of the world, Phoebus reviews his life as cosmic herald, achieved while walking winding road of fate by crossing wild rivers with his soul mate who reveals they cannot backtrack the past for all creatures of time will die at last. Aghast at horrible things cruel men do in attempt to control the ingenue, whose spirit represents the holy land tended by stewards of the guardian hand, Phoebus legislates inalienable right of women to control their hearts of light. Choosing to master mental dominance to avoid fame-entangled prominence, Phoebus records chronicle of events describing war of kings and penitents till orphaned children find amusement park while he weeps at song of the meadowlark.
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, October 6, 2025
Weaving Nests Of Sorrow
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Orpheus calls Zeus on the telephone so they chat about their families, then make plans to meet at Lake Nemi for the Autumn Festival.
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