Opal Sea Of Ghosts © Surazeus 2025 12 08 I love to sail the opal sea of ghosts along emerald Sunado Mountain Range where sly trickster raven Kwekwaxawe transforms from shadow of uncanny truth to unleash wanton wisdom of the heart that worms demonic spirit in my brain. Soft breezes of voluptuous mountain pines reveal strange boundless beauty of this Earth when silent flashing wings of silver gulls emerge from flaming fog of sudden hope to prove immortal spirit of my genes remembers every life of bodied lust. When snarling man disguised as feral wolf hurls bitter spear of rage at my soft heart, I somersault on rainbow bridge of faith to dodge aggressive grasp of hungry hands by leaping with black feathered cape of hope so I soar far beyond greed of his hate. Strange howl of aching wisdom in my heart, that surges harsh from visceral angst of faith, expands exotic consciousness of truth through fierce arousal of fluttering wings to seize somatic structure of my soul so I become true person of my brain. Ferocious beauty of the opal sea, refracting demons through my sapphire eyes, inspires my heart to solve anomaly contrasting discipline of holy works with frantic faith of psychic cryptograms that encode memories of ancestral lives. With graceful stroke of luck in random fate I row sleek riverboat with urgent flow past crystal mountain range of jagged peaks where raven spirit of immortal genes has flown my body twenty thousand years through mist-veiled valley of our singing skulls. Occult theology devised by monks reveals celestial beauty of the horse who watches me with star-black eyes of trust when I approach her sacred apple grove to offer succulent fruit of my heart with furtive playfulness of honest love. Soul nurtured by the opal sea of ghosts, I flap arm-wings of raven-feathered robe to dance around bright solar eye of truth in sacred pale of heavenly respect, then gesture hands to carve from Tree of Life sleek ship on which I sail vast tides of change.
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, December 8, 2025
Opal Sea Of Ghosts
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Orpheus explores cave in the Olympic Mountains where he finds an ancient lyre made from a turtle shell with strings from stomach muscles of the swift-galloping horse.
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