Gliding With Demon Breath © Surazeus 2025 10 20 Too far beyond tomorrow I have flown on excess sorrow of the rolling stone, so I build bridges between lonely hearts while selling illusions from apple carts because the living room light flickers faint at sudden appearance of the sad saint. Grief carves accelerated counterpoints in timeless passion on my boneless joints till I leap in deep lake of honest pain to drink electric wisdom of dawn rain so I can represent facts about life with inventive process of psychic strife. My heart cannot afford to lose its faith in randomness of events twined by the wraith who teaches me to summon wingless birds based on arrogant loneliness of words that bind my body to this shaking globe which I feel spinning though I wear my robe. Dire exaltation shouted in springtime traps me in public pageant of bold crime because I dream the world will end in flame consistent with random rules of the game we play forever in each life reborn till I wander away with heart forlorn. Though treachery of nostalgia lures my heart to long for sacred past that falls apart, I pause to hear the heartless siren wail as she laments the project I would fail, so I imagine every way to die while gliding with demon breath in the sky. In charge of my own secret consciousness, I try to build Bridge of Forgetfulness, but ghosts of laughter dance on my lost grave, so I hide while singing in the grandiose cave about how people weep in castle towers where I must practice divination powers. Escaping to the place where I was born, I walk beyond horizon of gold corn, to chat with frog of gold hypnotic eyes who weaves my network of psychotic spies when the bitter king tears down the White House in vain attempt to confiscate my spouse. Sly proverb that declares with sanity how we must learn from dire calamity to live the present through enlightenment, till pride chains our souls with entitlement, surprises me with falseness of its tone analyzed by sneer of the mountain crone.
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, October 20, 2025
Gliding With Demon Breath
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Orpheus teaches Demian how to glide above the town by breathing spirit of the holy clown.
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