Unhappy In Weird Heaven © Surazeus 2025 03 26 Ordained intensity of our fierce life provides conceptual frame for ardent door for which my tongue designs the singing leaf that flashes old memories in wordless blur, engrossed in program that reverses time with casual grief that nurtures my new dream. Awake with curious faith in haunted hills with tattered scrolls, long hid in sacred sands, I play my game out of sync with church bells from static message that fractures quaint minds too eager for embroidered book of tales that mocks kind people who live without goals. Stuck in portrait that depicts the last star which gleams on faces of warriors in gloom, I change my image at alarm of war to hide behind mask of the loyal team and translate strange cries of electric birds that gather in oaks at howl of mad bards. On flat-top pyramid as watchful guard, armed with taut bow of arrogant desire, I achieve creative project of God, who embodies the monster we most fear, by analyzing mental state of Man who incarnates psychic light of the sun. Unhappy in weird Heaven we create, I assemble puzzle of my God Face, that pulses calmly with eclectic light which luminates false rooms of my old house, from soul of each ancestor in my genes whose voice whispers in marrow of my bones. Performing my new role as Sisyphus, I construct cars in the steel factory to prove I could be more magnanimous with urgent spirit of democracy because this world is older than our souls that shimmer whitely in Odinian wells. I ride long train of circumstance back home to where I tame the horse in apple grove with primal language through uncertain hymn detailing progress of romantic love by which we generate aggressive souls who conquer Earth with calculating scales. Crouched in the silent trance, I watch the moon transform souls of our war-traumatized saints from avid angels to idolized stone who default on their government accounts in time for tragic marriage of true minds who share electrons in covalent bonds.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus shows his children with Ophelia how to assemble of their God Face from memories of their ancestors programmed in their genes.
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