Archives Of Collected Dreams © Surazeus 2025 12 21 Rejoice in measureless progress of light with imagined scent of new graveyard flowers that convert eyes to television screens with vibrant randomness of secret codes preserved in archives of collected dreams based on stern bindings of electric books. Huge books with illustrations of dead gods tumble from shelves in earthquake of despair and crush my fragile body with old truths hard as bronze turtle shells of nonchalance forged from attitude of naive respect for authorities who control the switch. Reluctant to take down bright ornaments that signify birth of the global king, I float in trance of double jeopardy against aggressive tides of social change to surf with surreal fish of politics who flutter fragile wings down chimney chutes. No shadow purling in our silver sky would vandalize brave auditoriums where high school students cheer their hero on with passive aggression of public votes because we mutate with each new-born life though we hesitate to repent of love. Evidence burned by devil in gray suit would have proved my right to be alive because I wake in darkness of glass books, detached from suffering of humanity whose cries for justice melt castles of ice when we try to pray on the Sabbath day. Wild plum hanging red from the bomb-burned tree refracts dawn light across pasture of cows who seek salvation in the thunderstorm from manic pixie dream-girl in long skirt who dances lithe in ruins of my heart in paintings men sell in church galleries. Unheard stream of laughter from blinding snow reveals white owl who knows of human greed so we seek her in quest through Wonderland to ask how we should perform our own death when clocks transform into hymn-singing wrens who praise great warriors of national myths. Quotidian member of the master race, I play Perseus who fights angry trolls to save the famous singer from their rage with humble selflessness of social pride since no one ever seeks awards of fame preserved in archives of collected dreams.
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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Archives Of Collected Dreams
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Orpheus administers archives of collected dreams where philosophers and engineers research prophecies in ancient scrolls to understand how America is changing each day.
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