Illusion Machine Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 07 17 Since whispers of the stopped clock cannot show why wind casts no shadows of absent friends, I try to find imaginary God in cracks of my forgetting to explain why light molds matter in organic brains that conjure virtual model of the world. This chair where I sit alone every day to write the scripture of my holy faith will glow with absence of my long-dead soul that blinds the children of the singing sea who hide photos of the future I dream so I can understand why I am not. Each morning the first mother of mankind bakes apple pies for everyone to eat so we explore beyond the gates of Heaven to organize the wild desire of nature in cosmic garden of the humming girl who invents language for children to play. Untethered from timed spinning of the Earth, I try to soar on wings of Icarus above the maze of myths where worshipped gods search for believers to entrance with lies, so I become sly serpent in the tree who tempts the young to invent their own truth. Sweet smell of lavender after spring rain tempts me to forget political games when paranoid men with weapons of death assert they are incarnation of God commissioned to enlighten men with faith, so I breathe spirit of enlightened love. Emerging from stiff words of story books with lithe assertion of the star-light song, I reassemble building blocks of bliss to cast enormous castle of state power which crumbles in the wind of honesty and leaves us wandering on the wordless beach. With childhood wonder devils cannot fathom I play the action figure who transcends languid sorrow of cool museum halls where portraits of rich people hang on walls that pulse with vibrant energy of hope which powers illusion machine of faith. From random elements of chaos streams I design meaning through meaninglessness to guide my journey across the waste land so I can free Prometheus from his chains so he can teach me how to build airplanes with wings of Icarus I forge from facts.
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, July 17, 2025
Illusion Machine Of Faith
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Orpheus carves idols of millions of gods from oak wood and lines them on the window sill of his house by the electric sea.
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