Vanish In Wordless Wind © Surazeus 2026 02 02 If I stand on the edge of our lost world so I look forward and backward at once, I might perceive how process of the past guides where we go in the future through change with clear insight to analyze progress we achieve to build on what we conserve. Haunted by star-bright ghosts of famous souls who performed grand roles on stage of the world, I want to record tales of the nameless souls who wander nowhere in vast maze of myths while they live and die with no role to play till their names all vanish in wordless wind. Since Death can be adjusted without change through strict dynastic system of control I build citadels of conceptual truths that cannot be dissolved by silent fear so I waste not my life with frantic search by dancing on the river shore of fate. To hear strange voice of Earth in song of fire I exit maze of myths with crystal ball to stand frail on volcano cauldron rim and listen to churning rumble of rocks tumble over ocean of liquid metal that beams magnetic field from swirling streams. Material of the churning iron core, effusing through thin mantel of our globe, transforms from burning minerals of hope to plants that blossom fruit we humans eat while we sing hymns in choric harmony with seismic waves that pulse in joyful tunes. If giant ocean deep inside the Earth springs forth from fracture in mirror of time organic creatures who breathe oxygen may drown in seething waves of endless change yet fish will evolve again into humans who ache to fly with brave angelic wings. Awake from ancient dream of singing stones, I register with jovial delight I am indigenous to Avalon, that mist-veiled island floating in the sea where I lived for almost one million years, cultivating cherry trees on lake shores. With Helen I sail from Laconia to populate the world with Calibans who dance with drunken revelry of faith then program concept of the world wide web that weaves our brains in cosmic mind of god till meteors smash our globe to smithereens.
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 2, 2026
Vanish In Wordless Wind
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Orpheus attends a lecture at the University of Zarathia where Inge Lehmann explains how seismic waves prove the core of the Earth is a spinning and pulsing lump of iron.
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