Twilight Zone Of Fate © Surazeus 2025 12 17 Half-awake in the twilight zone of fate, I wander in the waste land of my heart through endless maze of myths in city streets where strangers resemble gods of old tales, yet I perform the role my brain designs from obsessions my ancestors forgot. Half-aware that Death stalks my every step, I gaze through telescope of holy faith to study how wild stars of energy generate self-conscious organic beings like me who search the twilight zone of fate to find the last fruit seed from Tree of Life. Along the signless road of Nevertime I walk toward somewhere I think might be real on quest for beauty of the aching heart, yet long to gaze at face of one I love whose shadow flickers in the sun-blazed woods while I search in the twilight zone of fate. Untwisted galaxies of thriving worlds birth countless conscious beings with dreaming brains who give each other names that seem unique then bloom and wither in vast field of hope veiled by love in the twilight zone of fate where children gather by the lake to play. Unmapped paradise without walls of stone dreams itself alive in conscious beings who build empires on ideologies discovered in the twilight zone of fate where gods defy laws of physics and faith till exploding stars burn planets to dust. Beside the rain-filled lake of watching eyes we gather in the ring of standing stones to claim our role in strange story of love that we play in the twilight zone of fate before the meteor cracks our spinning world and scatters faceless souls among the stars. Half-amused by anecdotes gods tell to prove their right to rule the spinning globe, I ask the raven in the apple tree why all great empires collapse into gangs who fight till new messiah unites all in world religion of the puppeteer. Half-reborn in the twilight zone of fate, I walk with wife and children of my heart on signless road of temporary hope because the meaning of this mortal life is to generate life before we die, yet feast and sing while we are still alive.
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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Wednesday, December 17, 2025
Twilight Zone Of Fate
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Orpheus sells maps of the multiverse to tourists who flock to the Interplanetary Zoo of Zarathia to observe all the strange species that thrive on billions of planets in our galaxy.
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