Find Spirit Of Korth © Surazeus 2025 12 09 Without systematic building of lies our eyes could almost see the perfect skies where angels dance in mirror of the brain because their tears are not refreshing rain despite contrivance of the circus clown who weeps to see the pretty mermaids frown. When lions prance on sidewalk of my heart to show me secret treasures off the chart, I draw the universe you wish to see since art my hands create must remain free for children to rebuild their bombed-out homes as chronicled in dust-caked history tomes. Though people like to other me with tags that box my wild demonic soul with rags, I follow flock of ravens to the north where Scottish fairies still worship the Korth who incarnates through every thirteenth witch which means I am example of her glitch. So I appear before the wandering tribe, as angel radiant with celestial vibe by wearing gold crown of the star-eyed god, recruiting them to join my justice squad on sacred mission to reframe the world as dramatic stage for the cosmic herald. But all my grand visions of paradise are gambled away by roll of the dice which leaves my spirit destitute of truth, yet I clutch cracked mask of messiah sleuth that I wore last year to the palace ball before my spectacular social fall. While climbing mountain trail of my failed quest to actualize through play my human best, I cling with false bravado to my scroll which details functions of my corporate role, till I find idol of Korth on the hill carved with her motto, Live through your free will. Searching for true heritage of my clan, I escape America while I can to explore sacred Isle of Avalon far from where I was born in Oregon till I find Spirit of Korth in my heart as humble girl with her apple pushcart. As thirteenth witch descended from cute Korth, I build new home beside the Firth of Forth so collapsing empire affects me not since I am just another landless Scot who wanders nowhere in the Evening Land with nothing but weird Dream Book in my hand.
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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Orpheus kneels before radiant goddess Korth whose eyes illuminate mysterious psychic dream world of our computer-programmed brains.
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