Based On Verified Fact © Surazeus 2025 10 10 Despite stark woe of Wednesday afternoon, that scatters oak leaves on the lonely lawn, I hide strange sorrow in river-smooth rock when I record tragic tales in the book that walks around town acting mean and tough in his clever way that makes people laugh. Young girl in black lace dress of formulas contrives new spells of potent psychic keys that conjure visions of apocalypse to trace aggressive crimes on bloody maps so she can bring true justice to the world through tactics employed by the cosmic herald. False attribution of unfalling rain defines inherent strangeness of our plan to disentangle meaning from old words reflecting mental concepts in dream shards which should unpuzzle how we invent truth to circumvent authority through myth. Considered too regressive for wealth games by devils who chant solemn hymns with drums, our views of math psychology express complex techniques of systematic loss eroding confidence we share at death which shatters clear illusion of frank faith. No recipe based on weird principles could fool purveyor of attentive bells better than the teenage witch I love who paints history of mankind in sea cave where prophet of regret sells glamourous hope to angels who record it all on tape. Veiled by cute aphorism mothers quote with formulaic canon devils write, my pulsing heart requires time-stable role for measurement of thoughts that could be real, yet ghosts of television rise reborn to redesign doctrines our children learn. We choose to question what our eyes perceive so rumors proffering lies would seem to save bitter-poisoned people abused by greed since Anubis weighs our hearts to find good that motivates intention to construct global world view based on verified fact. Ghost of the horse my mother gives to me appears from glow cloud of the godless sky to bear my sorrow swift across vast steppes where I rule on pyramid of Cheops as stoic emperor of Nowhere Land that exists only in my fractured mind.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus wears plastic gold crown with jewels as he knocks on doors and asks if people have heard the good news of our lord and savior Apollo who saves our souls through music and poetry.
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