First Imaginary Friend © Surazeus 2025 07 22 The whispers of the stopped clock call my name so I become dark shadow of the wind to find my first imaginary friend but she refuses to erase my fame, so I slip through cracks of forgetful faith to envelop Earth as the star-eyed wraith. The voices of the dead wake me from dream so I invent the dessert you call cake to expose cruel deceivers with the fake which leaves me free to play along the stream where people row their boats to paradise which only accepts people who are nice. I live my whole life on the edge of hope, performing under microscopic gaze of brave saviors drugged in religious haze who teach evening classes on how to cope with collapse of civilization, though everyone wants to get on with the show. Each evening I surrender to my fate to play great hero who must save the world, struck by lightning to become cosmic herald commissioned to guard the heavenly gate from evil monsters of the human heart who deviate from moral rules of the chart. Assuming authority of starlight, so my body glows with transcendent words, I translate holy scripture of fruit birds as they evolve from dinosaurs in flight, once giant devils hunting us with claws till we develop grand religious cause. As influential leader of the crowd, I am the fearless change-agent of truth reborn each cycle as messiah sleuth to manage projects that will make God proud by building work cultures from the ground up based on mystic wisdom of the quest cup. Yet constellated ghost of my twin soul walks out the door into the grove of trees to realign the Earth by strict degrees which calculates new academic goal for which we measure distance beyond death through soft extension of the holy breath. Before the world is destroyed by the bomb we shall meet at the Pemaquid Point Light where Cetus and Andromeda still meet for tea and crumpets at the empty tomb where skull of Perseus, geared into the clock, analyzes trends of conceptual stock.
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 22, 2025
First Imaginary Friend
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Orpheus joins Cetus and Andromeda who want to start a book club where housewives share their thoughts on riddling satires of the Astarian Scriptures.
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