Brave Tritonian Faith © Surazeus 2026 03 13 Long since grown from child of the wandering sea, where I once ventured vast unshadowed main, I lounge with nonchalance of purpled wings on wave-smooth stone to sun my streaming hair and study fragments from my ship of pearl that shimmers gold with lustrous coil of faith. From sunless crypt of aching solitude my father Triton wanders in wild gust of laughing wind, that gallops from stark peaks of jagged mountains, to kneel on cold sand and blow wild tune in chambered nautilus that rings forlorn on desolate beach of faith. Awake with howl of my unresting sea, that slithers silver waves around my feet, I stretch frail frame of flesh with ache of hope that broad sky-dancing wings of fortitude may sprout from beating passion of my heart, that fills my heart with brave Tritonian faith. Though Triton, ancient withered ocean god who sired my soul from fertile womb of light, lies sprawled on glistening sand of arrogance, unsouled by ruthless blast of grinding time, I feel spark of his ocean spirit gleam with weird immortal energy of faith. When I kneel and weep by round pool of light that glitters framed by empty shells of truth, I see face of my father Triton glow with animated urge of my own heart as if I wear mask of his bearded face, for I am reborn replicant of faith. Fair phantom of my pulsing heart appears through emanation of courageous fear with fierce intention to investigate source of power that compels my quest to transcend bounds of self-enclosing name and claim commission to preach deeds of faith. Now that my father Triton vanishes from dream time of my fate-perceptive eyes, I measure segments of transforming change that gears strict increments in scale of growth so dawn light swells from nothing of my heart to shape this world of forms from wordless faith. Inspired by scripture of footprints on sand, which I compose in magic runes of dream with wand I forged from sharp draconic bone, I run with carefree joy in wingless flight by breathing clear Zephyrean air of hope to fight despair with brave Tritonian faith.
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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Friday, March 13, 2026
Brave Tritonian Faith
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Orpheus laughs with delight when young Oliver Wendell Holmes blows Tritonian tunes with the chambered nautilus he digs up from glistening sand of time.
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