Worried State Of Mind © Surazeus 2025 07 28 Assembling puzzle of conceptual truth from wingless flight of fragmentary blue, I write electric runes on mirrored hue to capture visions from messiah sleuth in fairy tales no fool takes seriously except to contemplate the psychic key. Though clouds reflect our worried state of mind about the future weird illusions weave, hearts troubled by ambiguity to grieve how travelers leave all their dead behind, we play slow hide-and-seek with mocking death when sly ventriloquists steal surprised breath. Wise crickets prophesy how nations fall from arrogance of bitter tyranny contrived by grand scheme of my barony when I trace your face on glass temple wall in desperate measure to retrieve my heart from rotting apples in the broken cart. Awake entirely far from east of time, regret still singing through the cataract, I analyze emotions based on impact which expands from genetic code of slime to claim vast Godhead of eclectic states revised by arcane code of mindless fates. Behind shell of my adamantine face assertive spirit of my hope-wrecked faith attends with skeleton glow of my wraith combined with raw energy of each place because my heart translates song of sea waves to false theology that blind faith saves. Toward light ascension of the waterfall, averse to sorrow-blistered sluice of fear, I cherish people too far to stay near by mapping their location on world ball that spirals violently in timed abyss yet gently enough for lovers to kiss. Wise cows in meadows of the humming oak give moons to mothers in shape of crystal tears transforming cats to humans without fears who steal wings from angels now only woke to classify souls from the other world with labels designed by the cosmic herald. By worthy sorrow forged in city bridge we gather wordlessly by fountain pool to discuss operation of the school while picking black fruit of the pepperidge till Emily emerges from her cave to sing about final shape of the grave.
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 28, 2025
Worried State Of Mind
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Orpheus visits Emily Dickenson who brings plate of cookies, so they sit among her flowers and chat about sweet sorrows of love.
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