Numinous Phantom Of Love © Surazeus 2026 01 14 Through fragile keeping of the holy mind, brain woven from neurons of flashing dust, I try to preserve in dreams I design memories of people who created me, but we all swirl away as dust in wind, though echoes of our voices ring in song. I cannot perfect game of solitude by dancing in slow vortex of all time, yet I will attempt to suspend its flow through record of deeds we humans perform till we are swallowed into nothingness after atoms organize as our brains. I wonder as I trudge to work each dawn if I am David with slingshot of truth or Goliath defending apple trees, for they are reborn every eighty years, doomed to battle in endless game of thrones since Zeus and Oedipus will always win. The Rebel will always become the King, Cronus replaced by Zeus to reign with strength, who replaced Uranus in game of power, and Phoebus buried Zeus in hidden tomb, the father overthrown by his brave son, till we elect our kings with voice of choice. We look with longing to the Shadow Wood for Samson with long hair and blazing eyes to emerge with spear that Longinus lost, but Jupiter chains his hands to the wheel to grind wheat for bread on which empires stand as young girls weep for Tammuz without end. With Lucifer and Icarus I fall blazing with flame of Gabriel from wild clouds, then fly with Earendel on wings of truth above our world-wide maze of tribal myths where idols of dead gods scream in the void, three angels with no message for mankind. Reborn as Horwendilus for this age, I sit in quiet contemplation here on still point of the turning metaverse with Crown of Thorns, Lamp of Diogenes, Sword of Justice Arthur threw in the lake, and Lyre of Mercury inside my heart. I wish to avoid getting crucified since I wear mask of your messiah sleuth with mission assigned by the cosmic herald to reveal strange beauty of the White Whole that you can find climbing three steps to Heaven and dwell with numinous phantom of love.
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 14, 2026
Numinous Phantom Of Love
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Orpheus arranges Crown of Thorns, Lamp of Diogenes, Sword of Justice, and Lyre of Mercury in Zarathian Museum of Fantastic Art for people to admire relics of the lost age of myth.
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