Electric Words Of Faith © Surazeus 2026 06 20 Behind sunflower of her secret heart she smiles at me with graceful elegance to prove our bodies are rays of the sun woven from weird memories of the Earth in brains that shimmer with clock of the moon to whom we pray with mountain honesty. When I hear sparrow hiding in her eyes, I give her bowl of milk-sweet happiness, so she invites me with respectful glance to kneel with her outside door of our home so we can pray to wise Grandmother Moon who wonders if we understand her pain. Grinning with sly ardency of concern, she opens leather purse of angel wings, and scatters scarlet petals of her heart that swirl around my fragile ideogram with laughing play of joyful impudence which spurs my heart to wake from lethargy. From sorrow of the world we rise at dawn and walk together on the river shore where we send sparrows of our fractured hearts to find the holy mushroom of respect so we may taste electric words of faith that mean nothing to anyone but us. Together by the fountain of dead gods, where statues of demons writhe with delight, we ponder mystery of the twilight breeze that brings news of the war across the sea, so she holds sand of time in her left hand, yet never needs to explain what I know. Urged by fear-fueled desire to transcend death, we weave eccentric frenzy in taut wings that lift our bodies on soft waves of hope which seems to heal aggressive pain with love though ancient woods decay with constant change while vapors weep our burdens to the ground. Alert to song of toads in moonless woods, we wonder if they will transform at dawn to hungry dragons draped in eglantine so we rejoice when swans of summer soar on graceful wings above our garden pool where we decide to understand the why. Shocked by contentious laughter of night rain, she tells me time unspools our naive minds, so we share food we gather in the woods as we invent new words for things we see because we want to sense divinity in tune of life that hums in everything.
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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Saturday, June 20, 2026
Electric Words Of Faith
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Orpheus and Ophelia kneel together and pray to Grandmother Moon to teach them how to understand the why of the tune of life that hums in our brains.
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