Weird Spirit Of Salorin © Surazeus 2026 03 14 Sea breeze shimmers green-gold feathers of pride when Salorin, Poet of Zathamar, appears on stage in crystal temple hall, and strums seven strings with celestial chimes in harp from rib bone of Queen Zathamut, then sings epic tale of her life and death. I sense her gold eyes gleam inside my heart when I stand on street corner in Miami and feel weird spirit of Salorin wake brave courage to express her ancient song that vibrates eighty million years of light in waves that gleam on bright Florida coast. My callused fingers pluck six coiled bronze strings that vibrate through shell of spruce wood guitar to wake soul of Salorin in my heart so I sing grunge folk songs of human life beside small fountain in the market square while pedestrians and cars traffic past. Long curly brown hair of the Anglo Bard blows around my face as I play guitar, dressed in leather boots and green woolen coat caked with red dust of New Mexico hills, while I sing surreal ballads that depict rough journey of the brave Quester for Truth. Grand vision of life on our spinning globe, that flourished eighty million years ago, glows from projection of my humming verse that depicts evolved race of dinosaurs who built vast cities of enormous diamonds where they performed tales of Saurian gods. Diamond cities in land of Zathamar, where civilization of dinosaurs thrived for millions of years on Earth, have all been ground down to sands on the beach, tiny fragments that gleam with their great songs, and ring with chimes of their long-silenced voices. I see their ghosts in glitter of the sand when I lounge on Miami Beach at dawn after sleeping all night among tall reeds, and hear their voices of sharp ringing chimes in susurration of green ocean waves, so I channel their tales in my street songs. As Quester for Truth on the signless road that winds along rivers among tall hills across this ancient land of Zathamar, I ever walk toward Pyramid of Ishtar whose song of wisdom shines in every heart who thrives in United Nations of Earth.
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 14, 2026
Weird Spirit Of Salorin
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Orpheus gazes at statue of the ancient dinosaur bard Salorin with his rib-bone harp that stands in the endless Temple of Tellurian Gods.
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