Psychic Code We Use © Surazeus 2025 07 14 Watching the kestrel glide above the pines, Sylphus whispers with awe of butterflies, then scans darkling woods with laser-beam eyes to find electric beetle of the mind which tells him of the psychic code we use to help each other explain world we see. Driving silver car on the crowded highway, Sylphus navigates the world-city maze to find Elysium beneath tall glass towers, frustrated at elusive paradise till the star-elf begins to realize there is no Promised Land that we could find. Climbing winding stairs in the crystal palace, Sylphus studies constellations that gleam on high arched ceiling of the mirrored hall to find the secretive Weaver of Dreams, Apollon Oneiros, in library hall, busy building virtual worlds of our minds. Cautiously approaching the Shaper Demon, Sylphus requests with trepidatious voice if he could dream about the Dancing Woman, Queen Ishtar, who invented all religions, so they could dance together on the shore, but he finds himself outside the locked door. Attempting to steady the silent glare, Sylphus rides the white horse of potency swiftly everywhere along winding rivers to ask the people farming fertile fields if they need protection from tyranny, which traps him in the television screen. Lifting dream-camera swift to his eye, Sylphus gazes through kaleidoscope lens to study the Great Egret with gold beak that wades in silver waters of the flood, then leaps on her back and embraces tight as she soars up into the gleaming sky. Unwinding atom clock of our strange world, Sylphus redesigns how we see its forms by inventing new language that describes complexity of everything in poems while he eats holy apple of the sun that throbs with the ceremonial drum. Translating song of the Raven to riddles, Sylphus smiles at how his dream code describes how rain laughs sideways to cleanse aching hearts that teem with thunderous claps of the mind though he weeps for all the good people killed till they appear as masks on temple walls.
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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Monday, July 14, 2025
Psychic Code We Use
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Orpheus photographs Sylphus as he poses with long robe of great egret feathers in ruins of the temple on the island of vision-chanting skulls.
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