Weird Voice That Hums © Surazeus 2026 02 28 Shocked by weird voice that hums within my brain with eerie echoes of uncanny thoughts, I open eyes of ancient memories with clear intention of terrified hope to comprehend strange shapes my mind perceives that pulse with intense passion of desire. Inspired by vibrant contours of the world which undulate with secret waves of faith, I mold thick river clay with eager hands in vase depicting dance of souls in rain that bears juice of ripe fruit from Tree of Life we drink to celebrate rebirth of light. Attuned by strange vibrations of the ground that quaver soft with tremors of concern, I translate song of wind in dancing trees to frantic prophecy of urgent hope based on blurred observation of events that swirl around me in the cityscape. Focused on frail faces of human beings who perform roles in our communal game, I dramatize story of conscious life in never-ending fairy tale of hope that fuels our transformation as we grow through intricate ballet of give and take. Amused by carefree play of conscious souls who stretch their arms to touch eternal light, I write tales of our lives in river mud recording names of every soul alive till they fly away on wings of desire as we ascend to cloud world of our dreams. Intrigued by complex web of singing stones that form foundation of our spinning globe, I trace how water flows in streams of light to weave vast tangled net of thirsty roots that sprout as trees and herbs in glowing fields where people gather fruit from heart of time. Enthused by divine spirit of our world that glows from body of each human brain, I breathe ethereal spirit of the sky then sing encoded name of every soul who blooms in words from silent stones of Earth to harmonize in global choir of hope. Charmed by weird voice that hums within my brain with puzzling concepts of spiritual tropes, I speak with darkness of the universe who wakes as gleam of light that I am now so I glow briefly with pleasure of being then flicker out for all eternity.
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, February 28, 2026
Weird Voice That Hums
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Orpheus pauses from strumming lyre of Mercury to rest a while beside the plaza fountain and watch the people of Earth engaged in communal rituals of work and play.
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