Electric Waves Of Words © Surazeus 2025 08 25 Sinking down into dark lake of my heart, I spread my arms wide as demonic wings to float in sunless abyss without breath till I become electric waves of words shaped by ideas that our brains design so I can stand awake on shore of time. While building sturdy house of scented wood on stone foundation of arcane beliefs, I savor pleasure of using my hands, which modulate electric waves of words, to transform raw material of desire in sacred haven that shelters my soul. Shocked by strange beauty of the midnight sun, I wander endless maze of humming trees in rays of sunlight slant with bright insight, expressed clear by electric waves of words, that gleam from sapphire gem of the sky, primeval with detachment of the heart. Though I seek riddles in eccentric books, composed by faceless heretics of faith, my lamp-bright heart guides me past paradise once revealed by electric waves of words since angels dwell in groves of apple trees till they transform into swift motorcars. With quill of curiosity I write declaration claiming shelter from fear that links ten thousand bridges in one road, mapped again for electric waves of words, down which I travel to the Promised Land where people give each other unread books. Heart beating calmly in chaotic times, I run the opposite direction from death one hundred thousand years across the land to follow on electric waves of words through psychic agency of broken books into white butterfly of divine truth. Despite how the sun transforms every night into mothers who mimic the warm moon, we give each other holy eyes of god that gleam clear with electric waves of words because this country becomes strange to us, crowded with singing doors of Nevermore. Detached from my body of aching flesh, and sealed in casket of the serpent witch, I sing my adoration of the queen, now inspired by electric waves of words, who gives tangerines to the hungry poor, trapped in delirium of the helpless 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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Monday, August 25, 2025
Electric Waves Of Words
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Orpheus measures electric waves of words that flood the land with visions of the new world order where the teacher of truth is revered.
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