Fear Of Wordless Death © Surazeus 2026 08 24 Extreme silentness of the sleeping child no more disturbs with fear of wordless death calm meditation on state of this world where towns linked by network of signless roads flutter with ghosts of faceless energies tangled in cables of the world wide web. From earthen womb of communal desire our bodies writhe into firm social shape, designed by legal representatives, to play our roles in game of give and take through piranha religion of blind faith to celebrate the baby in the barn. Still echo from my voice of urgent thought, that seeks mirror image of its false self, stirs hearts of strangers on bright city streets with sole unquiet truth of final death, so they assemble in the church of hope to understand dark terrors of the heart. Face of that stern preceptor, who reveals unspeakable wisdom in river stones, looms over me as dark cherubic shade that presses my hot soul in freezing soil at endless sorrow of snow in stiff grass twitched by stark breath of angels passing by. Though murderous innocence of the sea soothes our anguished hearts with frenzied peace, we sleep through howling storms of social change, home sheltered by trees of religious faith that crack at laughter of the thunder cloud whose gusts my fathers imagined as God. Since beauty is bright mirror of our hopes, that beam from face of children born from fear, we gather inside ring of guardian stones to dance with heartless revery of faith and sing in harmony with screaming winds that shake steel towers so glass windows ring. Dreams of our ancestors, we living share, fill interspersed vacancies of regret with thrilling tunes that ancient mountains moan, so we hold hands and wander winding trails from timeless meadows down to market streets crowded with commercial hope to cheat death. Great Universal Teacher of our hearts reveals strange secret few accept as real that no wise God in clouds of swirling fire plans out trajectory of life we blaze with each heart-patterned choice our minds attend that keep us safe in haven of our love.
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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Monday, August 24, 2026
Fear Of Wordless Death
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Orpheus watches over his son sleeping peacefully as the late summer storm crackles over the quite neighborhood where they live in spooky oakwood.
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