Book That Reads My Mind © Surazeus 2025 06 12 The ancient book of dreams that reads my mind asserts bold questions of ideal design erased by answers of the mindless sun that inflames my brain with experienced words which guide my way on weird fluorescent road so I find my smile on the river stone. The bland serpent, who thinks she bought my soul, cares not if I assert authority when I deploy conceptual spies of faith to win the hearts and minds of restless souls who till stony fields of desolate pride to raise lonely companion of the night. The secret joy of freedom borne from pain keeps my lithe heart trapped with entangled hope each hour hard ice thaws into sparkling tears so flowers bloom from corpse of nameless god whose face appears in shimmer of the moon which overwhelms my senses with weird awe. The universe unwinds ideas of forms with fast-approaching future of time wheels when I untangle sentences from code programming how my brain perceives your soul through rolling thunder of ghostly review so I can see with courage your true soul. The seal that binds abyss of happiness contrasts with brilliant reign of the bright moon who maps deep valleys on skin of my arm so I rejoice in dread splendor of sunset that blazes comprehension of ripe fruit with tremendous roar of the mindless sun. The wheels of Phoebus measure road of time stained dark with shadows of the haughty clouds which hide gleam of stars burned out long ago though we look straight at mute efficiency as we recover from shock of world war to build global empire on ruins of faith. Harsh storm that rattles loud as wagon wheels, that Phoebus leads on ever-changing road, conspires to blaze my heart with sacred truth so I approach gate of Heaven with key of firm determination to restore fragrant clarity of famed Alpine trees. The boat I sail across the storm-wracked sea pierces misty veil of diversion spells to find lush valley of the singing skull where trees resound with voices of the damned determined to fulfill ethereal dreams preserved in ancient book that reads my mind.
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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Thursday, June 12, 2025
Book That Reads My Mind
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Orpheus and Phoebus drink red wine on porch of the Parthenon, and discuss rare books they find to stock the World Library of Zarathia.
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