Stone-Hearted Men © Surazeus 2026 01 04 I dare to call myself human since light defines container of my hungry hope that guides halting steps to the edge of time where I watch blazing eye of timeless hum born from strange darkness of the tangled tree that sings with wordless passion of the wind. Echo of invisible thoughts vibrates through sudden flash of dark in stolid hills, revealing endless rows of silent roofs that shelter fragile flames of human souls from hard relentless rain of nothingness that drenches minds with stories of desire. Hard stone of solitude on wind-lashed plain transforms into Stone Man with spider eyes who trudges solemnly on river shore where jagged rocks explain contempt of death expressed through power of assertive hands that grasp material strangeness of the wind. Fearful of death that crushes souls of men with sudden strike of sharp spear in the flesh, Stone Man adores power of his strong hands that twist wind into stones he builds in walls, constructing haven that secures safe space where bodies of survivors may relax. Two girls in leather skirts run frantically across the desolate plain of jagged rocks, chased by pack of wolves with flesh-tearing teeth, so Stone Man runs to assist their escape by batting rocks with wand of respect that stun wolf heads and knock them in the dust. Providing shelter inside walls of stone to people lost in wilderness of pain, who escape gangs of thieves and packs of wolves, Stone Man teaches them to tend apple trees and cultivate herbs blooming from hard soil, so they cooperate in producing food. So many stone-hearted men with blank names sheltered people lost in the wilderness, creating Heaven in waste land of Hell where we assemble at stark flash of dawn to eat and sing tales of moral success in rituals that become religious states. All we can ever do in flow of time is savor beautiful strangeness that gleams through vibrant mirror of eternal now since religions are clubs which venerate books that chronicle lives of honest men with hearts of stone who build Heaven in Hell.
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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Sunday, January 4, 2026
Stone-Hearted Men
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings about all the great heroes in human history who build walls of paradise to protect people from harm which becomes the Heaven where people long to dwell.
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