Unhurried Horror Of Hope © Surazeus 2025 12 06 Perhaps I shall receive moment of grace that reconciles assertiveness of faith with tragic nature of our universe where people striving to create with love suffer from disaster, disease, and war, bodies torn from minds shattered by despair. When I align instruments of dream sense in good order through discipline of thought to arrange weird concepts of mental dance, I lie on high oriel of desire beneath obstructing walls of paradise to sleep with murdered ghosts of my regret. Despite myopic focus of my mind on sensuous craquelures of innocence that fracture classic landscapes of my heart, I choose to perform florescence of faith beneath gloom-swirling nimbus of concern from which sprouts haughtiness of cautious hope. Based on vital reputation of trust, constrained by civil privacy of fear, I excuse schizophrenic ardency with revelation of sordid mind-chase that might replace honor of appetites disremembered by visitors who vote. Soft hints of potent threats from promised pride routinely uplift bruised hearts from despair, brilliant with unhurried horror of hope, to found global democracy on trust, except for those blinded by images of cardboard ghosts in birdhouse by the church. Yet scarlet flower petal in black hair of my shy bride reveals her character of precious attention to chiming prayers that soothe aching hearts on cold winter nights with ample whispers of unspoken love encoded in songs on the radio. Still trapped in narrow street of broken doors, down which unwintered winds of magic eyes could channel progress of still-changing times, we walk beside ancient river of skulls to navigate expansive chart of creeds in frantic passage beyond holy halls. Wearing black cloak in library of dreams, Breanna gazes in large crystal ball to watch first flash of the big bang flare forth in swirls of galaxies where planets bloom with organic creatures who strive to grow as wingless angels who sing memories.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus takes his family to celebrate birthday of his son Orion at the restaurant where they eat pad thai noodles, coconut-milk corn, and pandan cake.
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