Flexible Arc Of Clouds © Surazeus 2026 02 28 The flexible arc of clouds in my heart describes the quickened beauty of true love when we first meet on fraught terrain of hope, then walk together with brave impetus toward far horizon of innocent fear by breathing completeness of the sky sphere. Our footsteps smite bold threshold of our hopes when we attempt to teleport through dreams without reproach of worship before death when bearing fragrant lamp of shrewdest pain across expansive arrogance of space because our souls were born with glittering face. Surprised by subtle facts of swarming words, we hide in shadow of the tall white pine that whispers ancient secrets of the wind alone with sparkle of Adirondack where scholars lounge in cabins of cold glass to study nature of electric mass. Far along path of marbled obstacles we transverse shattered beach of tangled truths with reckless passion for half-absent waves expressing honest shimmer we exchange for opaque expanse of the silver flame that highlights bitterness of global fame. Aroma of buttered toast lures our hearts to venture forth from haven of contempt and seek contrary treasure turtles tame with brute seduction of security we feel is unjust to the starving folk who seal their spirits in lost storybook. Mild satisfaction of escape from death diverts bereavement of the nameless friend who sells bone fragments of my shattered skull to lonely travelers for serpent eggs who listen for ringing of telephones on distant hill of bombed cathedral stones. Inflexible respect for righteous laws sparks promise that our empire may yet thrive if we should welcome every immigrant as equal citizen in troubled times who work with earnest loyalty for right to garnish wealth from spiral of the light. Withdrawal from intensive social games to stroll with casual fear in silent woods conspires to trick our introspective eyes with burning cycle of the solar ghost who teaches us to steer the ship of state with graceful wisdom through sharp rocks of fate.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus helps Alfred the Great arrange scrolls with chronicles of events on shelves in library of the palace where his children play hide and seek.
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