Perilous Maze Of Myths © Surazeus 2025 08 09 Falling behind in progress of the wave for project to translate song of the sea, I run forever on the signless road to save the human soul from slavery by leaping in the air on lightning wings in gamble for salvation against death. To understand strange beauty of the light that gleams on mirror of the boundless mind I call blind Watcher on tower of glass who points to constellations of the heart that help my ghost achieve hard enterprise transforming negative space into words. With exiled children born from nothingness I gather diamonds from the cave of lies which fracture Earth into the multiverse that beams inside eight billion human brains based on forthrightness of harsh ridicule that we endure with voices of the wind. Now I am reborn from my rotten skull as honest Watcher on tower of glass assigned by Death to guard with starry eyes lush valley of the soul-nurturing stream with sparkles bright in trees of pungent fruit where children of the serpent feast in faith. Safe in green shadow of the split pine tree, star-eyed Watcher of my maternal genes brews honey-mushroom wine with cinnamon that fills my body with electric flush so my brain swells large as the galaxy that nurtures zillions of organic souls. In scarlet blaze of flaming falcon wings my heart transcends material world of forms to soar on commandeering flight of faith beyond sadistic glimmer of despair so I bless mankind with generous grace by teaching them to write the alphabet. Oppressive darkness of eternal dawn, suffusing breast of wisdom with cold air, asserts concern for stretched pursuit of truth to build our nation based on measurement through verification our brains perceive so we relieve harsh suffering with doubt. No laughing demons of regretful guilt disrupt our ceremony of despair for eyeless Watcher on tower of glass designs new map to program our world view which lights again lamp of Diogenes who leads us through perilous maze of myths.
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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Saturday, August 9, 2025
Perilous Maze Of Myths
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Orpheus sells maps to the Perilous Maze of Myths in his small booth at the farmers market in downtown Gotham City on Sabbath afternoon.
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