Purity Of Secret Names © Surazeus 2026 04 22 Elemental clarity of strange facts, based on physical solidness of flesh, renews psychic experience of the real combined with purity of secret names we utter as pure prayers of honest faith to conjure spirit of the best we are. Simple sentiment of our valid prayer denies significance buried in mud when name we utter with urgent concern conceals apprehension our brains adjust through imaginative bracketing of fate that sparks immanent transcendence of self. If my true self, expanding from my heart, coheres to object of essential being when I wear gold ring of reluctant faith, I flip attention of perceptive force with quaint discretion of the country road so objects I name vanish into dust. Through insistence of frantic ardency on primacy of the image, that mirrors real emotions seething in frames of thought, we package subjective feelings of hope till name and referent of truth collide, which conjures illusion we think is real. Whole operation of social control connotes feast of love we share in glass church so fluctuating time is overcome by fraught transfiguration we endure if the dead who have lost their sacred names dare return to the living without faith. If we return to lost wholeness of faith, contained within high walls of paradise, we may stain Garden of Eden with prayers while trapped by fortune within givenness of individual experience through spells that we record in books angels will burn. Entranced by mystic vision of my soul sparked awake by light of immortal stars, I stride jauntily over pulsing grass to mark scrupulous field of reference that maintains timeless meaning of our hearts fractured into particles of fake words. Since my brain is conduit for God Soul to express important concepts of truth, I scatter riddles of unshadowed stars when time folds dimensions of luckless fate through archaic technique of language games that free our bodies from religious faith.
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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Wednesday, April 22, 2026
Purity Of Secret Names
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Orpheus tears pages from a thousand books of poetry and scatters them on hill of the Uffington White Horse while praying to souls of dead poets.
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