Escape From Paradise © Surazeus 2025 11 09 For all I am is grass beside the stream which splashes over jagged mossy stones then winds beneath the steep mist-shrouded hill to flow into the ever-swirling sea that sings indifferent to you and me with timeless voice of bitter honesty. So long on journey through light-blurring fog on silver beaches that dissolve in waves I forget destination of my heart, yet keep on trudging, steadfast in my faith that I will soon arrive in open vale where clear sunlight streams through cracks in the sky. Concerned about conundrum of the cloud that scatters strict cerulean rays of time, I study spectral shadows of huge birds that circle basement of Heaven in clouds where angels play harps in vast mirrored halls that lure me to climb high mountain of hope. Yet when the clever wren of earnest hope alights in lone elm on the mountain top I find myself alone in paradise far outside pillared halls of pompous pride, mask of my soul preserving gusts of wind that fill my breast with coldness of respect. Resplendent essence radiant from my skin conjures bewildered butterflies of faith which motivate me with tremulous wing to question why bleak sorrow wounds my heart with passion to absorb with thirsty heart luminary darkness of loyal love. Unearthly height of Heaven in dark clouds exposes fragile nothingness of me shivering on vast mountain slope of fear, so I gaze down at rounded world of air, half bulging stillness of valleys and hills and half flat motion of billows and waves. While I gaze at vastness of the round world, terrible sense of meaningless rage strikes my heart with despair to understand, so I seek purpose in the empty sky where some tell me perfect Heaven of truth waits for me to transcend my loneliness. Then sudden beam of pure heavenly light illuminates large ship with billowed sails that sparks plan of escape from paradise, so with three coins I earned by shoveling mud I purchase passage to America where Heaven glimmers on this messy Earth.
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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Sunday, November 9, 2025
Escape From Paradise
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Orpheus captains ship full of people escaping Scotland with dreams of a better life in the new world of America.
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