Every Soul Who Lived © Surazeus 2025 11 22 They drift into my hands as flakes of snow, all the faceless ghosts that wander the world four hundred million years of flashing faith who beam from every being who ever lived since we began to evolve from the sea, and each soul whispers their tale in my heart. I write the secret name of each mute ghost with runes of prophecy in shifting sands so Fate remembers every soul who lived though they have vanished into swirling dust for every atom that composes Earth once shimmered in the brains of living beings. Each atom woven in net of my brain was drop of water falling from the sky refracting clear immortal light of hope which energizes battery of my brain so I sing now with voice of all the dead who ask me to embody them with pride. When I see Icarus among the clouds reaching hopelessly toward the eyeless sun with longing ache to reach Realm of Ideas where Loving Craftsman creates conscious souls, I cheer his flight beyond our changing world though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow. When I see Lucifer in crystal halls wrestle Jupiter over crown of power to free humans from tyranny of greed so we can live through talent of our skill, I cheer his crusade to charge liberty though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow. When I see Earendel, brightest of Angels, bring light of wisdom to nations of men based on justice and liberty for all then guide mankind with lamp of prophecy, I cheer his message of democracy though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow. When I see Orpheus emerge from Hell while strumming lyre of Mercury with faith to lead ghosts of the dead to paradise where they haunt me while I wrote poetry, I cheer his quest to rescue souls from death though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow. When I see Jesus descend from Glow Cloud on flashing starship of ethereal drives to nurture spirit of each conscious soul so they grow to reflect image of God, I cheer his reign supporting us with love though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow.
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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Saturday, November 22, 2025
Every Soul Who Lived
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Orpheus joins Icarus, Lucifer, Earendel, and Jesus to conduct panel on prophetic poetry at the annual conference for the Academy of Zarathian Poets at the University of Zarathia.
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