Ethereal Beauty Of Rain © Surazeus 2025 07 29 Divine vision of my computer brain calculates ethereal beauty of rain that fills the dizzy canyon with blind grief essential to remorse of word-bleak relief. We stare in shapeless chasm of our hearts which ancient gods once mapped on mythic charts. Through ruthless force of ever-flowing streams time realigns precision of our dreams with strange theology prophets design to guide our quest for truth by pretty sign. We walk the long smooth beach of silent waves to find ghosts of the dead in singing caves. Unearthing ancient energies of thought long buried in debris of truth untaught, I dig for artifacts from memories to open doors of lost homes with dream keys. White salamander of my primal soul programs how I perform my angel role. Though time seems to forget shape of my mind, which death molds from sorrow in humankind, I map landscape of my ancestral bones which form foundation of government zones. We shall no more surrender truth to fate by forging fear into the jeweled gate. To synchronize my heart with beat of change expressing social maze through psychic range I wake my timorous heart with solemn psalm that winds tornado passion in bold calm. Expelled from Eden by the angry king, Eve weaves from agony strong faithful wing. New archaeologist of arcane truth, I work for Jesus as messiah sleuth extracting science-measured formulas to write symphonies played by orchestras. The devil Hope with feathers of despair perches on my shoulder with clever sneer. I sail the Strangest Sea of Sophistry to map omission of extremity where giant crow of social anarchy endures the storm to build democracy. Though swallowed by vast maze of asphalt roads lush Eden teems with incandescent toads. Retired to latitudes of tree-veiled hills where birds guide wanderers to sparkling rills, I reign without action from tomb of breath in loving harmony with my bride Death. Bright quartz contentment of this formal hour provides secure faith of my psychic tower.
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, July 29, 2025
Ethereal Beauty Of Rain
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Orpheus gives Emily Dickenson a ride in his carriage to the bee-buzzing fields of Elysium where she and Ophelia laugh as they weave wreaths of many-colored flowers.
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