Where To Dig Graves © Surazeus 2025 11 14 My secret grave under the starry sky protects me from the soundless dark of fate which stares into vast hollow of my heart with loving laughter of indifferent time so all remorseful guilt of selfish hope dissolves to terrible beauty of truth. Unresting death of endless solitude pretends to horrify my aching heart with nothingness of my specialized self so I play music on the turtle shell bound tight with tendrils of taut harmony since nothing I believe is ever true. Beyond edge of my vision I perceive unfocused ghost of honest arrogance that fuels my endless journey somewhere else to share my story with the faceless god who stares at me from mindless stone of faith till I explain how wind fills me with hope. Exhausted from my endless quest for truth, I lounge beneath the apple tree of trust till all illusions of conceptual thoughts dissolve to sudden swirls of splashing rain which cleanses my love-wounded heart with facts too brutal to destroy lies I believe. I wish I could narrate with noble themes random events of my fidgety play through incoherent principles of fate, yet I trudge lost with agitated faith in restless circles till my anxious feet blaze new way that bypasses paradise. Blind postman who delivers messages wears mask of Mercury I stole from death with divine mission to heal broken hearts who come to expect my visits each day with packages of volatile regret abandoned on the road to paradise. Clutching diamond that glitters with bright stars, I focus fierce attention of despair on hope that divine light of its god eye will guide my restless steps to paradise where I would play role of the holy seer who prophesies when lightning cracks the sky. Curious about state of Earth today, I drive my car from sea to shining sea three thousand miles through countless little towns to sell farmers and factory workers books with secret code that helps them calculate where to dig graves under the starry sky.
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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Friday, November 14, 2025
Where To Dig Graves
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Orpheus counts every grave that has ever been dug in the history of civilization to find the secret door to the Underworld.
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