Embodied Monster Of Fear © Surazeus 2026 09 19 Rain falls on head of every conscious soul who wanders maze of dreams on spinning globe alike with bland indifference of fate so all our love and hate dissolve to tears when we seek shelter under apple trees till we transform into angels of light. Because the moon howls at my aching heart with laughter that would banish from my mind mute agony at haunting doom of death, I camouflage my fear with helpless love that transforms into courage of despair as I glide cautiously in shadowed woods. Strange visions of ancestral memories flash bright in cold awareness of my brain as pattern that guides how I might perform evasive actions of attentive care to preserve structure of my pulsing soul when I face embodied monster of fear. Alert to sudden danger of fierce death, I fight against aggressive grasp of rage through lithe evasion of destructive strikes when I oppose demonic arrogance and kill the monster with intense respect as stark necessity to preserve life. Awake with effervescent nonchalance at hard-won victory against hungry rage, I mediate on hillock by the sea to feel soft murmur of star-sparkling waves soothe aching horror of my wounded heart so I bloom bright in shadowland of faith. If water lily in black lake of fear unclocks time back to primal state of faith, I may achieve secure respect of fame that curses my frail soul with ardent hope, which all disperse to meaningless unthought when I build temples from bones of dead gods. White sheet of wisdom on taut wire of faith escapes my back yard on angelic wings and flies to crystal palace where God plays harp of eternal truth that weaves my brain with memories of survival against death, programmed by my ancestors to be me. If I hear you call me in fog of dawn, I will turn mask of my psychotic ghost to answer your inquiry with bright smile for we are brave companions on the road of progress bound with loyal sign of love to translate song of rain to earnest poems.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus tends his wounds after killing the wolf that tried to attack his children as they played hide and seek outside the walls of paradise.
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