Humble Farmers Of The Soil © Surazeus 2026 03 28 Suppressed desire of the damp ether hum writhes eyeless in limestone guilt of respect between weed-tangled banks of rivered oil that erodes foundation of empire guilt, trapped in drama of unforgiven crime that dissolves elements of memories. Substance of our bodies reconstitutes other bodies outside fake photographs blurred by fog of memories we forget, barely visible on glass table of hope disturbed by famine of answerless code that conjures neon signs on cement streets. Ghost of my heart guards unlocked labyrinth where my ancestors wander loops of hope with brave impassive cry of warriors that we return to history of our pride when we were humble farmers of the soil beneath bright satellites of global faith. Adamant refusal of patriots to condemn imperial glory of power restructures toxic privilege of faith to match political climate of war, rejecting birthright of obsessive quest to build our nation on skulls of dead gods. Against current tides of fate, I believe in brotherhood of nations as one tribe with genuine concern of social health for star-blind Oedipus in sacred grove of Colonus where acacias shade graves preserving souls of gods who ruled the world. Unpeopled landscape of my first homeland glows with weird enchantment of timeless myth through my imagination of faint hope, so I sit bored beneath the apple tree where Scythia first taught me how to sing, but all I can do now is mumble jokes. Half-destroyed by endless war of vampire gods to control deserted hills of oil wells, castle of my grandfather shimmers hot in lucid calm of weightless innocence till factory workers revolt against greed, then get back to work making more eye-phones. Neglected harbor of fear-rotten docks, where Elpenor waits for his ship to come, collects debris of missile-shattered boats till Ahura Mazda arrives by plane to defend Strait of Hormuz for Ishtar who walks barefoot on crunched shells of the beach.
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, March 28, 2026
Humble Farmers Of The Soil
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Orpheus studies the Strait of Hormuz to develop a strategy for taking control of this vital passage for the global trade in oil as blood of civilization.
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