Soul-Code Of Divinity © Surazeus 2026 06 21 Not as happy as the man in the moon, yet stunned by beauty of the eglantine, I listen for the algebraic tune that vibrates through our chemical machine with ardent soul-code of divinity that weaves mortal brains from eternity. When my heart swells heavier than the moon, I clutch crystal stone of innocent faith and leap into deep flow of the world tune to expand dream scope of my conscious wraith so I become each soul alive on Earth transforming from egg of endless rebirth. Ascending spirit level of the heart when I untangle knots of psychic tricks, I fool the devil to give me his chart, then lead refugees to the River Styx where I stand my ground against tyranny by casting social spells at fantasy. I see no devils roaming lands of men except cruel mortals who try to control human bodies in games they never win till brave messiah frees the frightened soul with vision of justice and liberty for every person through democracy. Weird fairy tales swirl from my seething brain of social heroes wielding flag of truth who forge strong fellowship of faith to gain freedom through code of our messiah sleuth who gives conceptual nothing verbal shape that conjures virtual globe of our landscape. We leap with joy when we first spring from time through eager race to enter paradise, then dwell secure at height we choose to climb in garden we nurture, despite the price we pay when we deteriorate with age, then crumble to dust at the last life stage. I live my life with passion of the fool by striding boldly down the avenue where I play guitar before empty school when I wear mask of Poet Parvenu to overthrow illiterate elite with haunting laughter of the ocean beat. I hear voice of my mother call my name through swirling mist on shores of Loch Coruisk, so I sail to Skye, isle of fairy fame, to find her faceless ghost in moonlit dusk where she gives me the harp that David played so I sing to shimmer of her dim shade.
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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Sunday, June 21, 2026
Soul-Code Of Divinity
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Orpheus finds his mother on misty shore of the River Styx so they drink apple juice and share stories till she rides the boat of Charon to Elysium.
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