Verdict Of The Lightning Eye © Surazeus 2025 12 21 The amount I pay for sinful mistakes has always been far less in terms of faith than standard deduction of karmic gain so I apply high ethic principles to how I perform my weird character programmed by my ancestors to breed life. Yet arctic thrush, with breast orange as sunrise, flits through wrecked darkness of the year-end gloom to sing of frozen sorrow breaking hearts in blizzards of pain on midwinter night which gleams in windows of ten million homes where silence cracks from ancient stones as light. So I consider why your charming smile should resurrect my body from its grave when you ascend gold stairs of honest hope to counterbalance anger with respect through angel wings on gyroscope of faith as we embrace to waltz till flash of dawn. Last star that falls on island of my mind bursts bright with silver language of concern through lavish wisdom of our secret code designed by verdict of the lightning eye to temper bitter hearts with ardent blaze so we both radiate with our shared romance. Still wary of the wondrous miracle that beams beyond our mortal sense of light, we gaze at child our bodies generate to find their secret name in glowing eyes refracting spirit of the multiverse in simple humanness of hungry faith. Awake in radiance of dream-filtered days, we walk together over random hills to follow sparkles of the mountain stream till we discover grove of apple trees where faceless ghosts of our ancestors sing to lure our hearts with vision of true love. With every wave of solar energy we build celestial breath of divine truth through strict siliceous beauty of the moon expanding sacred resonance of waves that crystalize our thoughts in solemn hymns because our minds weave one immortal soul. After our bodies crumble back to dust, so our unconscious vibe of selfless love glitters from frost beneath your lonely feet, our bodies return to maternal breast where hope transforms our atoms back to light that gleams in eyes of children we create.
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, December 21, 2025
Verdict Of The Lightning Eye
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Orpheus finishes installing electric wires in the house he built on the rock of salvation in the grove of apple trees where faceless ghosts play chase.
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