Office Of Messiah Sleuth © Surazeus 2026 02 16 Since I can plumb the sinking of my soul in heat that sinews my abolished will, I will not cherish struggle to retreat against wild burning of eternal beat that teaches me to love beauty of Death whose energy recalculates dream math. I see our sky ascending black as light with startled judgment of attentive right above brick buildings on the rugged hill that twists stark epitaph of rainbow will against hosannah cries of bitter fear that highlights process of the river gear. If roots of wild ingrafted olive trees should wither at harsh breath of winter breeze I scale dire revelation of my heart with arcane code of wisdom on star chart which I consult to prophesy in code fall of our empire on the signless road. Yet night enchants ghost lion in blue glass that shields my heart from haughtiness of class to coil my soul in portrait of my brain wound tight in telescope of spirit gain that dulls excessive pain of wind-stung eyes concealed by mirror of time-fractured skies. No mountain in this world is now unscaled by ancient sages who have never failed to light bold hearth of science with respect defined by gorgeous flash of intellect so we may journey to the Promised Land found on no map composed by human hand. Still no miscarriage of my fertile brain, she gathers books to categorize gain against assertive reach of mad fame by choosing not to bandage wound with name that speaks with querulous voice of concern for how bitter men steal books to burn. Ephemeral music of our savage skies teaches children that every creature dies with graceful paranoia stricken weird by tearful knowledge of the disappeared who auction memories in the temple hall in fair exchange for coins earned at the ball. Monotony of vision mirrors hope exchanged for childhood tricks on how to cope despite my stature as calm nihilist convinced by theory of the Narcissist that we may bear unchanging scroll of truth contrived by office of messiah sleuth.
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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Monday, February 16, 2026
Office Of Messiah Sleuth
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Orpheus snaps fingers while Robert Lowell recites poetry with demonic voice of the Atlantic Ocean spiraling from his mouth in tides of truth.
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