Uncertain Waves Of Time © Surazeus 2026 01 06 She waits beside the dead elm on the hill for eighty thousand sparrows to emerge from laughing skull of Hamlet before dawn till horde of Vikings storm the temple hall to hang the minister of state affairs whose eyes are television screens of glass. She climbs colossus of fear with lame hands by dreaming doorway of warm days gone by till Earth of fake dreams disappears in myths that flutter mad wings fraught from memory of Death singing on streetcorners at dawn to chase the monster of depravity. She seals stark crack of starless night with blood to prove she loves with ache of bitter seeds sly ghost of silence with alacrity despite his deeds of stealing masonry from walls of paradise built by our hands before winds scatter pages of weird books. She wanders with uncertain waves of time beyond forever veiled by mist of fate to carry teardrops from pulsating lake that we acquire by potent loyalty with flawless anguish through obscurity because we know about the sudden moon. She drags her dazzling soul across the world with heavy sorrow of escaping boats bound by frail anchor to false sense of time each hour torrential waters of our mouths adjust our point of view with slanting rays against nocturnal passion of glass skulls. She twirls prodigious globe of fractured souls through muting maelstrom of excessive maps, encircled by caressing hands of care too beautiful to love beyond each death erasing laughter from the circus tent as long as we remain on spinning Earth. She measures silhouette of nameless souls enhanced by shocking chains of consequence that unspool luminous threads through respect for harmony with flames of hopelessness from masks invisible to curious eyes because we want to give each other names. She understands soft chime of honesty contained by faint resentment children sell to shield the fragile mind of consciousness from sweet excruciating pain of faith, mature with iridescent thoughts we share till we drown in colossal pool of words.
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, January 6, 2026
Uncertain Waves Of Time
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Orpheus sails boat across the sea to island in the mist where he finds the raven girl dancing in the sunlit ring of stones, and they kiss.
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