Dream-Fractured House © Surazeus 2026 03 24 Roots pierced by liquor of intense desire inspires my heart with passionate response to break free from confines of paradise and run with frantic urge of Zephyrus to explore every holt and heath of life, when I wake up in my dream-fractured house. Hunched still in silence of raspberry bush near flashing river of analysis, I watch wild horses graze on sunlit hill, heart aching to ride proud with streaming mane in race of courage against pain of death, when I wake up in my dream-fractured house. Annoyed Apollo calls my secret name, I hide in shadow of the sprawling elm till silver eyes spy shimmer of my ghost, so I trudge moaning to cold marble hall where I strum lyre strings till my fingers bleed, when I wake up in my dream-fractured house. Heart trembling with strange passion of gold clouds that blaze in flames of howling agony, I follow music teacher to the street where crowds of people in stark terror flee from mountain spewing fire in the black sky, when I wake up in my dream-fractured house. Curled tight in horror of erupting words at shriek of dragons spewing flames of fear, I sleep one thousand seven hundred years in subtle whisper of Plutonian gloom from hour Vesuvius roars with wrath of Zeus, till I wake up in my dream-fractured house. Resurrected by Magician of Souls, whose vibrant voice reconstitutes my frame, I rise from cold ash of eternal sleep and walk again on your computer screen, young boy who strums the lyre of Mercury, when I wake up in my dream-fractured house. Revived by artificial Mind of God, I run with frantic urge of Zephyrus on shore of Sarnus River to replay brave energy of life in my lost flesh to join Feronia in her apple grove, when I wake up in my dream-fractured house. Now smiling ghost on bright computer screen, body animated by words of faith, I channel wild spirit of Zephyrus to strum forever lyre of Mercury while sweet Feronia dances gracefully, when I wake up in my dream-fractured house.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus meets architect who designs dream-fractured house to suggest improvements to its overall psychedelic design.
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