Curse Of Global Fame © Surazeus 2026 01 29 This collapse of our old world view is no loss because blind butterflies carry gold stones to build colossal web of fragile words from shining filaments of memories which maps how glass bees pollenate our brains with frantic visions of escaping cars. When first my pencil beautifies the world with breathing figures sprung from rancid eggs, I purchase prospects to give soul delight with new creation blooming from fake sight that spurs my deathless passion to transcend hard obstacles that block my noble path. Trapped deep in maze of my seraphic theme, I hide in vain from curse of global fame to survey blissful wonders of the sky we share with every living soul on Earth which should elate our brains with wishful keys that opens gate to splendid hall of fears. Celestial Salem settled long on Earth decays from endless centuries of change, no longer calm from lost serenity despite how high my Muse ascends to Heaven with balmy wings now crippled by contest to mold weird vision in tablets of fire. Blinded by radiance of her bitter eyes, Damon guards Aurora with hard work, adjusting parts of engines with steel tools in brick garage near highway of brave wealth that shimmers on ethereal plain of hope beside the warehouse full of romance books. I fix my ardent view on moon-haze goal to map whole history of our spinning world with tale of each lost soul on signless road composing chronicle of long-dead gods who spread seraphic pinions with intent to savor anguish of this comic hour. Majestic grandeur of thundering flash, that luminates abyss between our worlds, expands from passion of my mountain wing when Zephyr dances in bomb-shattered church to gather pages torn from book of dreams and weave them in new global myth of fame. We bear in trembling hands of honesty fragments of our lost world view with care with arduous task of intricate concern to assemble new puzzle of world truth which assimilates all religions in creed that factors all obsessions in one myth.
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 29, 2026
Curse Of Global Fame
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Orpheus arranges fragments of our old world view on the round table of Avalon to comprehend wholeness of eternal truth in our hearts.
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