Sheer Joy Of The Dance © Surazeus 2026 08 07 For nothing more than sheer joy of the dance Tellus explores how her lithe body moves through fluid expression of wordless grace as she expands from darkness of sea caves to understand contours of river vales while she floats clandestinely in free trance. Startled by sudden attack of three men who gallop toward her with greedy intent, Tellus turns and flies on ethereal breath back to secret cave on the rugged slope where she conceals her soul in anxious gloom till they decide she changed into the tree. Emerging from dark cave of hungry hope, on cautious steps that doubt firmness of faith, Tellus creeps past the snake-infested tree, then huddles inside the large hawthorn bush, munching berries as she studies pink blooms to understand strange beauty of their swirls. Assured cruel kidnappers have gone away by eerie susurration of insects that cause electric stones of faith to buzz, Tellus rises slowly upward from safe haven to stretch her legs and arms up to white clouds, imagining swan wings sprout from her heart. Inspiring deep thick air of afternoon, that swells her body huge as pulsing hills, Tellus explores how her lithe body moves with axial movements of dynamic flow through locomotor steps of cautious leaps to bound in sudden burst of ecstasy. To sway while anchored to solidity of undulating Earth through fluid form, Tellus expresses intense passion of her heart to transcend binding gravity of fear and soar on broad angelic wings of hope as she accepts limits of psychic flight. Enclosing vast persona of desire back inside coiled contingency of time, Tellus lounges languidly on sly slope, gasping deep for breath of divine delight, and with bright laughter of her heaving breast releases shock of pleasure in sweet joy. Three men hiding behind stones of desire, watch Tellus dance in worshipful surprise, then realize with chagrin of humble pride that pure divinity of graceful art cannot be possessed by obsessive hands, so they secretly protect her from harm.
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, August 7, 2026
Sheer Joy Of The Dance
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Orpheus strums Lyre of Mercury and chants wordless melodies of passionate desire while Tellus dances on stage in the Temple of Artemis before the awed crowd of worshippers.
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