Celestial Stars Of Truth © Surazeus 2026 04 17 Uncompromising laughter sinks the boat when flowers bloom from April blood of fear, so she stares deep in bullet of the heart to judge with fake authority of stones, but she will miss the way dead flowers droop, subjective thoughts of labor unfulfilled. Because no yellow cabs of honesty still gleam in silver fog of bored desire, Cassandra chews gum by the whisky bar and hides gun of despair in plastic purse, but smiles at every stranger in the rain who give her flowers that wilt before dawn. Inverse of shadow, ionized by faith, beams blatant silence at the bookstore lamp through photographic tricks, which magnify inert ambition fueling games of chance which no fool ever wins against the house that cracks and sinks into the hungry swamp. Rain splushing loud against her fractured heart enhances lonely shock of bitter hope that she decides means nothing to the man who plays role of her father in the game untwisting moral laws of fortitude which encode uncollected jokes of kings. Critical flame consuming books of tales frames how the humble tramp in baggy pants gives scarlet lily to the girl who cooks meals of eggs, potatoes, and buttered toast for grim-faced warriors of the Burning Cross who wage holy crusade against straw men. Inspired by jagged cliffs, battered by waves of relentless change, she gathers cracked stones from bleeding walls of paradise to build cathedral of contemplation from words children discard with eurythmic contempt for rotten leaves of fashion magazines. Her eyes behind lace curtain of desire express unspoken passion to share hope, so he breathes deep celestial stars of truth, then soars on invisible wings of love, swooping over phone lines of faceless words, then lands in garden where she tends fresh herbs. Enchanted by smile of wisdom she beams, he listens to soft voice of her strange soul describe weird vision of peace between tribes, then gives her brass cauldron he forged from faith so she cooks stew enough to feed the world from fish he catches in the mountain stream.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus flies on outspread arms over the small college town while breathing celestial stars of truth to understand the process of love.
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