Follow Compass Of Sorrow © Surazeus 2025 12 31 Sovereign aloneness of the mountain seer who walks ten thousand miles for global peace provides secure platform for alphabets to rearrange our faces without masks though we seek islands that always dissolve to tessellated armor of sea gods. Each time I shapeshift from Neptune to me my body twists through agony of faith designed by Tethys to withstand despair so I walk the Earth twenty million years to find lost garden of the apple girl who invents the clock to keep track of dreams. We dance in wild arpeggios of light to trace ascending stairs to mountain caves where bright infinity flashes through gems which seem to imitate our human eyes till she invents the future with strange words projecting visions for how things should be. Because death is the algebraic state of disappearance in the sea of change, we stand together on the fearful cliff and measure distance past infinity from primal firstness of invented life to ultimate lastness of nothing more. Every conscious creature who ever lived and died in chemical turmoil of change is now the faceless ghost of someone else who walks beside us on the road of life, revealing strangeness of existent being based on reference to meaningless desire. Though ships of helpless people sail nowhere so they can seek salvation from despair, they never arrive at the desert shore because astrologers redefine fate which leaves us stranded in the treeless hills to fight over graves where buried gods laugh. Light still passes through window of our hearts, but beams no longer represent true love so we name unknown country of lost tribes which lures Blind Justice to the Promised Land where she shows us how to build secure homes on ruins of empires that fell long ago. We find in blackness of the city maze new faith for our desperate people to sing psalms of old morals in the Shadow Land for we are travelers on the signless road who follow compass of sorrow back home where we invent the future without myths.
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 sells the compass of sorrow to travelers on the road to the Shadow Land where they hope to build homes in the new Zarathian Empire.
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