Hour Of False Grace © Surazeus 2026 02 21 Nine times around the lake of sparkling eyes lithe Sylphus races clockwork orange of fate to dance with crystal wings of butterflies in frantic ritual to expel blind hate from seething body of the human race who sell their freedom for hour of false grace. Contraptions of desire collapse in shards that tighten roots of misdirected hope slammed with fluorescent keys of bitter cards designed to fracture wands fools steal to cope with time-contracted breath of confidence unspooling spiteful jokes of innocence. Determined to run time back home from fear by sprinting nowhere high on fragile thoughts, sad Sylphus questions far-flung words too near through frantic alibi of blind robots, yet maps departure to the unknown space with brave defiance of the blazing face. Drawn from bright shadows of the noon eclipse by snarling angels chained to temple poles, sly Sylphus swims vast oceans on slow trips against assertive tides of social goals contrived as law by tyrant on the hill who sneers at our assertion of free will. Though sweet celestial dreams of paradise rise from his heart and disappear at dawn, proud Sylphus brews from apricots and spice poisonous wine with brains of demon spawn who slither from spiraled telephone lines with stiff distrust of sudden porcupines. Supine airlines of loyal globalists connect disparate states of mental being with burning crosses doused by atheists who shake honest rattles of suffering when we escape collapse of empire clans who sell mansions and live in hopeless vans. Trapped by grim loneliness of broken words, bold Sylphus dares communicate with spells weird secrets of his heart to happy birds who guide his journey to find healing wells so he sees life with luminosity that radiates his brain with jocosity. You see kind Sylphus everywhere you go in maze of stores along cosmetic roads, disguised as humble workers for the show who play with brave dynamics of the toad in safe enclosures through equality, reserved for world reign of our deity.
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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Saturday, February 21, 2026
Hour Of False Grace
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Orpheus wears mask of Lucifer as he performs role of world deity in golden capitol on ziggurat of power by sending silver planes to bomb paradise.
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