How To Unface The Mind © Surazeus 2025 06 16 Clear eye of truth that sees the great beyond describes exigency of divine fate that we invent from ripples in the pond when storms of sorrow suddenly abate, which leaves us stranded on the beach of hope to clutch at nuisance of the need to cope. The half-open door, tangled with long vines, discretely reveals costume for the role I play on stage where I speak solemn lines that apply art of unselfing the soul when I follow crows in the labyrinth in vain search for daughter of Hyacinth. If the sky is birdless ten thousand years then I will lead the rabble out of town to find torn letters soaked with bitter tears snagged on sharp points of the dejeweled crown which shimmers brighter than the fickle moon at heart-wrenching anguish of the rain tune. Preparing food on marble counter top, wicked witch of the west, in white lace gown, glares at me with the knife, ready to chop apples I stole from garden of the clown who teaches me how to unface the mind to reveal true history fraudsters designed. Immutable with shock of ocean song, she brews sweet antidote to soothe my pain so I ask Hydra about what went wrong who strides with glamor of the social vain till I build our home on the misty moors where we raise flock of gentle manticores. Yet thief who marks my words with ink of blood leaves nothing I would value in my bones so I mold body for my soul from mud though violins haunt empty tombs with groans for perpetual glitter of secret thoughts hidden in gloom where my sincere love rots. Locked inside the lidless box of my heart, my demon writhes against dutiful laws till Pericles asks me to draw new chart that maps way of success for our great cause since I will never tire of this weird world which I have designed for the cosmic herald. From bottom of the ocean I return to stand tall with regal authority on pyramid of power where globes turn through living laughter of true charity because I am faceless brain of the sun dedicated to always having fun.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus teaches children how to paint masks in class on art of unselfing the divine soul of atoms.
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