Sunlit Shadow Ghost © Surazeus 2025 12 02 I drink river water of aching hope struck by sweet lightning of aspiring gods which resurrects my body from mute pain so I pretend my spirit is still strong as I assert my sunlit shadow ghost with wine of Heaven bleeding from my eyes. Dear sea of secret troubles fills my heart with questions about noble history designed to strengthen courage of my fear so I will never hesitate to fight grim demons of the waste land who devour rotten pomegranates of faithful love. I cast demonic shadow of my heart down into valley of the singing skull where children give each other secret names to praise their mothers who reveal the sky with strict voluptuous sadness of respect based on diversity of twisted gods. Though every house we build with bleeding hands is burned by mocking laughter of your god, we separate our bodies from the Earth by breathing deep ethereal words of truth to undergo catharsis based on debts we never pay to Death who lingers near. Red raven of my heart spreads wings of flame to challenge twilight with electric gloom through existential passion for star flight though we keep tumbling to the broken Earth to wear wet soil as skin of arrogance in vain attempt to hide my angry faith. Translucent coolness swirled by ardent peace contrives with faceless gods of walking trees to preach through incantation endless time we share this fertile vale with grim respect by hiding wounds achieved with locked concern so we investigate each cause of death. Weakened by shocking afterglow of rain that smears our souls across soft bloody hills, we tear false sentences from raspy throats as we creep boldly over jagged thoughts with plan to dispel loneliness of joy so we can bury light in mangled hearts. By imitating spheres of dreamless eyes I draw the perfect circle without help connecting curls of canceled certitude with ringing jewels of defective words trapped deep in helix which identifies decadence of my sunlit shadow ghost.
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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Tuesday, December 2, 2025
Sunlit Shadow Ghost
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Orpheus teaches faceless people how to identify their private sunlit shadow ghost that always seems to slip free from their theological hands.
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