Play Orpheus Psychopomp © Surazeus 2025 12 12 About as subtle as hammer of hope, my heart beats wild with speculative faith that delusions of hope and faith dissolve at shocking vision of the bloody sword that emerges from my Chaldean Star each time I need to understand the Why. Though I inhale celestial god of light to energize my body with intent, I analyze progressive quest for faith that beams as moonlight through tangled tree limbs each time I need to understand how come time breaks organic bodies into shards. If I emerge from veil of apple leaves to observe situation of concern, I measure distance to the danger zone each time I need to understand how far my body falls from cloud of innocence though I grasp at feathered wings of blind gods. So I approach gold idol of the king that shines with beauty at the fear-locked gate each time I need to understand how long Death takes to tally names of hungry folk trapped inside ancient walls of paradise till tyrant on fake throne falls over dead. I spread angelic wings of brave esteem each time I need to understand how high palace of achievement looms above me because I strive to earn fame-forged award through bright apotheosis of my soul till I tumble wingless down to the Earth. Each time I need to understand my heart I stand on breathless plain of everywhere and cry out to blind angels on bright clouds for dream-key to unlock huge gates of Hell so I can play Orpheus psychopomp who leads mine slaves back home to Liberty. Each time I need to understand the world I map features on landscape of its form in virtual world that programs how my brain perceives social functions of the real world stratified as radiant layers of truth through linguistic structure of linked ideas. Because the author of these puzzling codes is no more real than gust of humming wind, you, as the reader with observant eyes, create the virtual world of psychic truth your brain designs as you read lines of verse each time I need to understand my song.
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, December 12, 2025
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Orpheus discusses the concept of the author and the reader with Roland Barthes as they hang out on the ocean beach and drink peach-flavored honey mead.
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