Erase My Secret Name © Surazeus 2026 02 04 Stuck alone between the heart and the mind, floating in the river that swirls nowhere, I laugh at how often crows call my name as if they know how I feel about love, so I explain to them, nothing is real, but they insist on giving me mushrooms. My brain receives signals from singing trees that beam flashes of emotions in code, so I listen closely with attuned ears, but I cannot understand what they say though I fold my hands and attempt to pray as I reply with caws wild crows express. Clouds glow gold on horizon of my hope so I reach out my hand to touch their thoughts but I feel nothing since I am so small, no more than speck of dust in the vast world, no more than drop of water in the sea, though I feel the whole world inside of me. Electric buzz of frantic arrogance jolts suddenly through fail frame of my being, so I scream loud to crack the crystal sky till my voice vanishes through everywhere, which leaves me stranded on the roadless globe, laughing at how significant I feel. I write my thoughts in letters on the scroll that form words linked in writhing sentences to bundle flashing concepts in tight pack containing huge vision in fractured jars yet strange emotions leak out through its cracks so I feel confused what I really feel. When I sing weird emotions of my heart in structured patterns of conceptual thoughts defining rapture that expands clear scope involved in conscious vision of my mind, I feel confident my insight is clear, yet people stare at me, then mock my song. I wonder with surprise of muted shock what alien language outside their purview I must be using to express my thoughts that no one seems to understand my truth, mocking me with vicious sneers of contempt, though I sing with beautiful voice of faith. Perhaps I should erase my secret name, Elijah, from book of the bleeding crow, but when cruel people throw stones at my head I bat them away with my magic wand, then stand before tower of the mad king and expose his crimes with dire prophecy.
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, February 4, 2026
Erase My Secret Name
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while Elijah calls down wrath of Jupiter to strike down the false prophets who praise the mad king on television news shows.
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