Supersonic Sea Of Lies © Surazeus 2025 09 02 I map conscious geography of time to keep my mind from noisy strife of faith by treading sacred ground where god bones rot with sweet lascivious passion of regret for weird delirium unsourced by fear enclosed in ruins of my shapeless soul. Rich substance forming fragments of my mind assert emotional right to transgress spray-marked perimeter of garden groves where elders of our tribe reveal the face they wear in fierce remembrance of desire embodied by the cake she cooks for us. My heart sings awesome hymn of honest horror with ardent energy of wind-bent signs that misdirect swift traffic to the field where bright-lit horses graze on hopelessness when flashing starship descends from red clouds to send frightened wind running in the woods. Yet paper butterflies of long-dead gods bring secret stories about tragic love weightlessly floating on the silver lake where star-eyed owls play haunting melodies on flutes carved from bones of draconic gods who want to reincarnate in my brain. Blind angels reconstruct lost memories analyzed by strip-mall astrologers with ardent prophecies turtles present at annual conference of historians who love to solve mired mysteries of fate which determine how long great empires last. If the elegant chatelaine of trust gives me fairy robot for my birthday, despite starlit bravado housewives strip, I may dismiss urgent exigencies for profit lost in pursuit of weird truth because I cultivate flowers of evil. With raucous laughter of the fractured mind, I throw fake words in sloshing lake of rage through worship of the clumsy ballerina who grabs my hand and runs with me too far beyond the fearsome loneliness of faith till we kiss on bridge of forgetfulness. Crosscurrents bear my fragile boat of faith across the supersonic sea of lies to floating island lost in tortured mist where holy goddess of the world resides in haunted temple built from hidden guilt where I still map geography of time.
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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Tuesday, September 2, 2025
Supersonic Sea Of Lies
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Orpheus sails ship of puritans across the supersonic sea of lies to colonize the ancient holy land of Zarathia.
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