Hyperverse Within My Heart © Surazeus 2026 01 07 Too simple for my mind to understand, this world expands through multimodal strands, weaving many unrelated events in pulsing tapestry of social tides on which I sail my fragile ship of state to design my own complex twist of fate. Reluctant to admit I cannot see complete landscape of multiversal swirls, I set out to explore this little globe that spins alone in vastness of my heart so I may categorize objects of sense in catalog that notes all ideal forms. Amazed at variant beauty of this world, composed of special versions from each form, I aspire to map the whole hyperverse that spirals from first flash of the big bang in countless galaxies with countless stars that nurture countless worlds with countless souls. Though I feel enormous in my own mind that glows bright with divine consciousness, which emanates as function of my brain through flashing sparks of neural chemicals, I am one small and temporary soul that dreams too briefly through eternity. Mapping the hyperverse within my heart, I chronicle through animating gods rise and fall of empires sparked by their minds which clash in endless global game of thrones till grand illusions of national greatness are scattered by relentless winds of change. Alone I find myself on signless road, faceless version of my ancestral soul alive four hundred million years of growth through countless generations of new forms, fish to lizard to mouse to cat to monkey to wingless angel who strives to know God. I feel relentless drive of energy fuel my ambitious quest to generate new children who embody in their brains immortal soul of genes as conscious mind who transcends death through song of hope we sing till wind of time snuffs out my spirit flame. Like tree that expresses passion of life through every apple blooming from its limbs, I sing conceptual vision of my truth that maps the hyperverse within my heart so I know how to incarnate my soul in children who forget my name when I die.
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, January 7, 2026
Hyperverse Within My Heart
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Orpheus displays his map of the hyperverse within his heart in the Zarathian Museum of Psychometric Art at the annual geospatial conference of mad prophets.
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