Swirls Of Shining Words © Surazeus 2025 09 28 When swirls of shining words from my dream book lift my body up at death to the sky and bear my conscious soul to ancient stars, I wake from morning dream to realize my brain invented this vision from hope that my memories may survive my death. The boy decides to float up in the sky and soar on his featherless outspread arms over houses where people sit in chairs while he swoops around loose telephone wires because nothing matters in this short life except we love the person we are with. We often think about the way time flows in similar fashion of tumbling chaos to how water swirls between banks of dirt bound by long twisting roots of thirsty trees that shout at us with silent arrogance from mocking dare to eat their healthful fruit. Great voice of the sky echoes between hills with tireless focus on polishing stones based on solemn conviction of the fooled that common sense will lead to destiny from stale perfume of never-expressed thoughts gleaming with luminous faith in romance. At moments when we are startled alive with grandiose vision of society, that functions to reveal shadow of fear in glaring light of wisdom from the sun which watches us as lidless Eye of God, we will sing well-rehearsed banalities. Or else we might regret the lost lament we hide in clam shell of the laughing toad that cracks foundation of theology on which we build world empire of fake wealth propped up by innocence of youthful faith that every person is equal in life. Though always the same in efficacy through power of action to transform the truth, Nature asserts indifferent laws of physics that spark intense emotions of desire which motivates our actions to create while we investigate crimes gods commit. Through positive distraction of the song that flashes from deep hollow of my heart I redirect contempt to grim respect when I refocus logic of my brain to mirror mental health in mocking hymns while shining words lift me up to the sky.
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, September 28, 2025
Swirls Of Shining Words
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Orpheus strolls about the peaceful streets of Portland in land of Oregon where he was born from Minerva and Mercury after Jupiter was assassinated by Mars.
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