Find Tellurian Beryl © Surazeus 2026 01 31 I will never tire of this spectacle of humans fighting each other for power for that is all we have done to each other through ten thousand years of the miracle we call strange passion of living in peril on sacred quest to find Tellurian Beryl. Dark energy of life that moves our souls in harmony with seasons of sea tides contrives no grand goal of hope, yet abides as blind lust driving us to play our roles in global theater of tragic fame that bleeds with wealth from idol without name. Thus I record with chronicles of fear senseless splendor of love we dare express stumbling across Bridge of Forgetfulness to win ruthless grace of the puppeteer who mocks our victories with hollow praise even as we transcend each psychic phase. I shall not think of those I love as dead though they are ghosts my song revives with care for grief of loss fuels energy we share till they are but faint shadows in my head who build snow demon on our sun-bright yard, safe in paradise where I still stand guard. No more do I feel terror of the grave for that small hole in surface of this world, where I rest after I play cosmic herald, converts my body to its spirit wave which beams my voice to radio of faith so you hear haunting song of my star wraith. Awake in higher consciousness from pain that spurs our mental growth from animal to god whose thoughts are philosophical, I grasp dire emptiness of social gain entrapped by fraud of mental suffering which I forge as horcrux in magic ring. Inured to agony of knowing fate that calculates how every soul will die, I search for Ungod in soul-empty sky till I know how to extract love from hate in progress that blooms from truth I believe to generate new life our hearts conceive. Startled awake from dream of crowded towns, I float in viridescent haze of tunes that fill my sky with hundred million moons bright as fire-lit forts on mist-shrouded downs where my angelic heart becomes more feral when I gaze deep in found Tellurian Beryl.
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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Saturday, January 31, 2026
Find Tellurian Beryl
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Orpheus inspects the Tellurian Beryl with a loupe to comprehend strange mystery of divine consciousness that emanates from the pain-forged human brain.
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