Sapphire Of Weird Truth © Surazeus 2025 04 22 When the stone angel rises from the sea with eyes of rain and wings of shifting sand, I follow her over threshold of time through maze of streets in every town on Earth to sprinkle drops of water on your heads so you can dream the way our world transforms. The happy girl who weeps on bench of stone wraps tattered cloth around her withered soul, yet dares cruel Cupid to shoot her bruised heart that shivers naked under love-blind moon while sad Endymion sleeps in empty grave which transforms his softy body into bronze. With no preconceptions of the square moon that shimmers silver with exact control, the stone angel swallows shadows of souls in fractured mirror of her cosmic mind with steady flicker of unfaithful fears which agitates conceptual peace of fish. Bright speckles flash on surface of her mind when the stone angel of indifference teaches me how to fish for dragon spawn which I roast on small flat-top pyramid as first restaurant in history of mankind while she sings to entertain travelers. We wander in vast labyrinth of our dreams past spinning clocks that measure timeless thoughts to weave wings from feathers of fallen angels so when we find the sapphire of weird truth we can see each other on distant worlds that sparkle frail across our galaxy. Unbalanced facets of electric lakes highlight penumbra of the screaming moon designed by suffering through our ecstasy which displaces our bodies across time so we must break down gold cathedral doors to live in fruitful garden of the mind. Invisible madness of medicine heals wounded hearts of cypher-severed souls who fish witty dialogue from the well that never fulfills wishes we express despite attempts to be mirthful on call during emergency games of contempt. Performing ritual of the sacrament to evoke blind god of false memory, we conjure instead stone angel of truth who calculates circle surrounding fate still hidden in the sapphire of weird truth which casts shadows of friendship we embrace.
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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Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Sapphire Of Weird Truth
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Orpheus carves the angel from the stone that he sets above the grave of Endymion in the cemetery of the screaming moon.
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