Broken Country Of The Heart © Surazeus 2025 08 24 Lost in the broken country of my heart, I offer love to my friends in the art of sentences composed of fractured words expressed by thought cadence of chirping birds, though our midnight audience is now gone, musical voices fading with the dawn. Sometimes I am so happy with myself I leave my sorrows hidden on the shelf in secret library of weeping books by which people are defined by their looks, so I open locked doors with sword of truth to prove I should play the messiah sleuth. Though I have lived with blindness of the mind, compelled by experience acting kind, I overcome with laughter obstacles through automatic flash of molecules threading gold light with circumscribed intent to achieve objective without precedent. If I prove intent of serious grief by holy nun who wanders wish massif with prayer book written with green dragon blood, I kneel with her where lotus blooms from mud along the pebbled brook of honesty where she derides our social travesty. She gives me precious token of her soul with vague concern that I should meet her goal of building paradise in the fear zone to preserve our memories in the rolling stone which crushes clay-foot idol forged from gold defined by set points of the manifold. Though twitter I hear opposite the sea reveals how to attain land of the free, my heart may subdivide from gratitude in wounds healed never by the platitude which arrogant people shout to assert unproven right to own the fertile dirt. With generous passion of strange privacies, contrived from paintings of anxieties, I choose allegiance that quells vain regret for sacred goddess in the minaret who sings heart-aching spells of loyal faith to travelers haunted by the lunar wraith. We struggle to transcend delirium with ambiguous chance for Elysium, yet share mysterious wisdom of the rain that seems to wash away all mental pain, so if we follow riddles of the chart we may find broken country of the heart.
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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Sunday, August 24, 2025
Broken Country Of The Heart
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Orpheus sells maps to the broken country of the heart in the gift shop next to the Zarathian Museum of Never-Famous Poets.
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