Find Out Who I Am © Surazeus 2025 11 02 I travel far to find out who I am by walking signless road of everywhere, face blazing with unnatural light of faith that luminates strange darkness of my heart, but I keep hidden secrets of my soul so none but Death could guess my skillful role. Though shadows of infinity crawl slow with shifting turn of suns across the sky, I sound my voice in silence of the world that echoes up the sun-lit street of fate where sadness walks beside me in the heat and tells me secrets no one else could know. I want to know where roots of trees grow deep through fractured diamonds of obdurate pride to ever-spinning center of the world where mind of God pretends it knows its name though none but devils trapped in human form deem rules of games defined by molecules. I sing my small tale in the giant world while slow clouds tumble over hungry hills to flow with rain in winding river play where people who created me from mud dissolve to dust that swirls in sudden wind, translating substance to concepts of words. My tongue would kiss the sun awake from night beyond primordial chaos of wild storms till voices of my dead ancestors ring with sparkling swirl of water over stone in quick perpetual dance of energy that fuels my restless journey somewhere else. When light of dawn undoes my careful words that shatter into shards of innocence, I ditch deep ditch of hope to irrigate dry fields of weeds and crickets who still sing when haze of mist shrouds ruins of my dreams and frost of fear melts from my pulsing heart. Awake from weirdness of in-between times on wind-swept landscape of forgotten fears, I wrap my fragile skeleton of stones with flashing words of elegant surprise to understand the lively laugh of love that motivates my journey beyond death. Hard ground of rolling hills on which I walk considers nature of my dreamless mind light as the tree that spirals toward the sun with tender arrogance of loyalty so I transcend tight limits of my soul to find I am me everywhere I go.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus teaches new generation of seekers fine art of finding out who they are as they wander randomly in the vast complicated maze of cities filled with distractions and temptations of love.
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