Writhing Agony Of Love © Surazeus 2026 05 29 Shocked by how often angels fall from Heaven, I express ardent anguish of concern that Earth is now littered with wounded souls who search for paradise of innocence that may only exist in morning dreams of lounging by the river eating fruit. We dream of how life could be on this Earth based on memories all our ancestors lived life after life in garden of fruit trees, plucking fruit from the wide generous world, though always watching out for hidden snakes who lie that we can gain eternal life. Those golden eyes gleam bright with eager hope that conjure visions of eternal life each morning as we taste sweet fruit of faith though our lithe bodies soon begin to fail, and youthful strength withers as we decay to stumble in decrepit solitude. Writhing in anguish on the forest floor, from helpless agony of bitter hope, that like our parents we crumble to dust after rotting flesh is consumed by worms, we cry out to the empty faceless sky for arcane secret to live beyond death. Bright halo of the sun that blinds my eyes surrounds head of strange angel who appears as if they descend from gold clouds of faith, so I grasp hand extended with concern and stand to face the mirror of my face that smiles at me with pure innocent grace. Aroused by passion of conceptual plan to share sweet pleasure of warm juicy kiss, we open arms of lonely hearts with trust to cling with gentle honesty of faith, embraced in writhing agony of love that merges separate bodies in one mind. Dissolving boundaries between our souls in frantic mission to transcend cold death, we share excessive heat of loneliness till soaring angel seed of ardent hope penetrates global egg of singing truth till we are pregnant with divine god soul. New child born from our passionate embrace grows strong and bright-eyed with innocent grace so we teach them to describe what they see till they perceive true essence of all things, then we lie down to die in happiness that we have gained eternal life in them.
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, May 29, 2026
Writhing Agony Of Love
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Orpheus wanders from grave of Eurydice and sings agony of his loss, till Ophelia gives him apple of love, and they raise their son Orion with discipline of love.
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