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Saturday, January 31, 2026

Find Tellurian Beryl

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. 



1 comment:

  1. 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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