Almost See The Face © Surazeus 2025 05 17 As star of my own solar system, I wake in the quiet house of screaming ghosts that beam from every brain alive on Earth as radiant static of world emptiness without sad story of the human race that flickers on blank television screens. Eight billion houses on our floating Earth blink eyeless windows in the rancid night though crackling stars burn human hearts to ash because we walk alone on signless roads together yet apart in void of time just close enough to almost see the Face. Anxiety appears in old-man form crouched in mute horror of the sunless room who follows me as shadow of my body which thirsts to drink fermented blood of fear that bleeds from pulsing sponges of my eyes till I push him in swamp mud of my heart. To build the baseline of our real-life tale we start with honesty and end with lies we carve as masks from skulls of ancient gods to hide our aching hearts with bold bravado that shields our wounded souls from vampire lust on which celebrities of fame must feed. By singing riddles of exotic hymns I hope to achieve what my heart desires when I create virtual Earth in my brain to mirror real world composed of atoms that seethe from heat to form organic souls who writhe with pleasure to create new life. With incomprehensible breath of hope, I crawl hand over hand to mountain peak where I stand on one leg of tense respect to reach the first star of the universe that still shines pulsing deep inside my brain since its first flash flared forth from the big bang. I feel how very atom of my soul has pulsed with energy of lust for life fourteen billion years of spinning time through various forms of chemical concepts transforming from ideal ghost of the I who evolves billions of lives to be me. Reframing problem of the afterlife, I explain that I am the incarnation of my parents in the flesh again now, designed by immortal soul of our genes as bodies that replicate our God Mind in new brains where I almost see the Face.
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, May 17, 2025
Almost See The Face
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Orpheus almost sees the Face in the swirling mist so he reaches out his hand and finds Ophelia floating on the river as she clutches flowers.
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