More Perfect Than Truth © Surazeus 2025 10 08 Though tower of hope crumbles in the sea when tides of change corrupt integrity, I redesign illusion of the world based on material facts of measured words as project to protect the pulsing brain that dreams inside the center of the Earth. While standing on the highest mountain peak I feel bright spirit of our spinning Earth radiate from pulsing sphere of energy as psychic concept of the human soul which weaves my body in matrix of mind who wakes and names itself God of the world. Encased in peach that blossoms from thick branch, bright spirit of the Earth calls out my name with eerie voice of cosmic jubilance which tricks my heart to long for global fame through wingless flight of impossible fate miscalculated by turbulent stars. Through raw aggression of bold artistry I analyze childhood trauma with jokes which fetishize the wordless pain of pride that fuels innovative road to success before the world explodes with honesty because I waste my life on prophecy. Since I am center of the universe I beam pure emanation of god soul wide outward shadow-flashed in ecstasy on waves of passion more perfect than truth decidedly obscure as elegies we choose to sing as we sink blind in death. Not wretched as stark expiration hour are wealthy thieves who crucify the clown for daring to suggest they fund healthcare which proves light bends in rainbow travesties when piercing water of the ocean heart despite sweet effervescence of our bones. Yet if I leap in fields of wind-blown wheat with eagerness of ghosts trapped in blank books before the full moon cracks and bleeds our eyes, the charming singer might perceive my soul as more than fountain bubbling in the woods when she decides to hold my trembling hand. When I see dragons fluffing in the air and hear the mermaid singing in my home then I will dance on mountain of despair to prove the world is one in charity before pure snow shrouds paradise in fear as doom which I encode in prophecy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus bears the mermaid Ophelia in gentle arms from the River Styx and lays her gently among flowers of Elysian Fields to learn from her the secret of eternal life.
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