Rugged Hills Of Fate © Surazeus 2025 11 03 Undying stillness of the dancing heart reveals strange paradox of vibrant hope which oscillates between opposite poles of rage against indifference of fate and acceptance of chemical process that translates bodies into transient souls. Dust from bazillions of organic souls swirls swift in arrogant beams of sunlight which slant through grand cathedrals of despair to luminate our childhood memories we watch replay in frantic scenes of fear because we carry our dreams to the grave. Unnecessary laughter, wild birds trap with thoughtless passion for collected wealth, exposes horror writhing in my heart with eagerness to posture on the stage when seeking revenge against eyeless death that leaves us stranded on the signless road. Remembered as the honest clown of faith, I sculpt clean imitations of the moon from jagged diamonds in caverns of Hell wrenched from heart of darkness by hungry hands to play uncertain music in dark rain for abandoned angels of Nowhere Land. Map of my backward journey displays way we struggle over rugged hills of fate, obsessed with holy mission from blind god, that abandoned angels carved from white stone, to build perfect Heaven on messy Earth where everyone has food enough to eat. Secret key to unlock meaning of life is always hidden in lines of fake code beneath the ferric stream of arguments so those who understand the evening mist may unlock every tower door of wealth where Sibyl chronicles signs of the times. If I open barred door that hides the dark as shield against brutal horror of life, I might reveal divine light of the brain concealed in pounding serenade of faith that casts stark beams of truth in ruined hall where skeletons of gods pose no dire threat. Each nameless bird in Elysian woods discusses dominance of haughty gods who crush all opposition to their rule with legal bullets of righteous disdain that scatters people from safe homes they built to wander lost on rugged hills of fate.
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, November 3, 2025
Rugged Hills Of Fate
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Orpheus analyzes flight patterns of birds that migrate with refugees in Elysian woods to discover the secret passage to paradise.
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