Cove Of The Introverse © Surazeus 2026 01 15 Arbitrary array of random thoughts embodies ancient spirit of respect awake in chemical shells with hot brains that pulse attentively from sparkling words so we become self-conscious clowns of love happily awkward at confession time. Round-about method for stacking concepts as bricks in thick walls that protect our hearts betrays naive trust in goodness of fate that leaves our bodies vulnerable to fear blasting excessive rates of ardent faith which blinds my eyes to danger by my side. Huddled safe in cove of the introverse, where demon fish with arrogant eyes crawl, I laugh assertively to dispel rage swelling from strange darkness inside my heart that knocks me sideways in sudden surprise because I understand why creatures die. Soft sand of the beach soothes my aching mind with supple sorrow sagaciously caught by thoughtless debates between faceless ghosts aghast at dismissive whispers of leaves which deign to shelter our bodies from rain that always seems to know feelings we hide. Startled by sudden beat of flaming wings, I see demonic sphinx with scarlet feathers glide gracefully above my secret cove, so I hold my breath with terrified wonder at what powerful leader of the world will die at the coming of Gamayun. Gasping for breath with curious despair, I follow flaming wings of Gamayun, who lands on jagged judgment stone of truth where Perun sits proud on gold throne of power, and watch amazed as siren with gold eyes attacks great thunder god with tearing claws. Astonished at sudden bloody demise of that great king who ruled since dawn of time, I stare down at his mangled corpse of bones that once aggressively asserted power with brute strength of spirit-controlling rage, fierce god diminished to torn lifeless corpse. Holding scepter of power in my hand, and wearing cape of feathers Perun wore, I sit on throne of power where he sat before vast crowd of ghosts who praise my name, till dream of glory vanishes in gloom when the sun-bright Gamayun flies away.
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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Thursday, January 15, 2026
Cove Of The Introverse
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Orpheus finds Zorya sitting on the throne of power so he plays lyre of Mercury and sings of her victory against Perun as the people feast in celebration of her new world order.
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