Face I Lost Somewhere © Surazeus 2025 12 29 Mindlessly wandering nowhere alone, I seek to avoid the dramatic play where my life is endangered by contempt when people attack my right to exist to keep myself safe from psychotic hate strangers project at my innocent heart. Assertive mirror of my flashing mind fractures in fragments of strange memories where I am running away from the crowd who throws rocks at illusion of my soul which vibrates across spectrum of despair to dance with shadows of arrogant flames. Confined in boundaries of my sudden being, I cherish optimistic view of fate while running nowhere in the shadow land to find my secret face I lost somewhere by breathing deeply grief of sharpened faith till I fall laughing at absurdity. Yet still I roam expansive space of thought to savor nothingness of silver light my secret moon beams deep inside my mind at warm embrace of terror I despise who loves me with indifferent lust for death, alone in wind-swept garden of delight. Long unaware what color my mind tastes from granite suffering based on sunset rage, I sell false guilt that wounds my stone-hard heart because I never will confess my wrong, unmoored by laughter no one dares express while searching for naive divinity. I never listen to the ash-gray sky except to fracture wide my heart to cry with heart-enchanting melody of faith that chronicles weird journey of my soul as nameless migrant lost in Neverland far from the home where my mother still cooks. When ardent pulse of hundred billion stars inspires performance of necrotic rites I feel my true face disappear as God who stares at me from flashing thunder cloud as gleam of lightning that excites my heart so I sing solemn hymn of loyalty. Each time I fall from adamantine walls I grow in skill at spreading cautious wings to swerve away from self-destructive fate so I can dance with Dionysian joy on swirling clouds of frantic energy that scatter my atoms across the void.
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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Monday, December 29, 2025
Face I Lost Somewhere
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Orpheus leads billions of souls from the Otherworld of Despair to dance with Dionysian joy in the waste land of bombed-out homes.
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