Chamber Of Lost Secrets © Surazeus 2026 04 06 Stuck in chamber of lost secrets all day, I map confusing maze of ancient myths that chronicle history of human games we play in theater of the absurd over who reigns as God till we all die, then our children replay contest for power. Lost in chamber of lost secrets with you, I study masks of long-unworshipped gods to understand weird spirit of each age reflected in soul of some mortal man they chose to play deity of their tribe in holy mission to conquer the world. Blind in chamber of lost secrets from light that beams through unveiled face of cosmic mind, I name each god in old religious myth who founded dynasty of mortal kings to play messiah anointed by fate by killing all men who oppose their rule. Born in chamber of lost secrets with love that weaves neural net of my brain from dreams, I draft how my organic frame evolves fish to lizard to mouse to cat to monkey to ape to wingless angel striving to be god when I enforce my rule through Liberty. Woke in chamber of lost secrets with faith that men we elect to play god will reign with compassion for every living soul, I stand in rain by gates of paradise to play weird tunes on lyre of Mercury and sing with wild uncanny wail of love. Fired in chamber of lost secrets with lust to generate new life before I die, I fly in time-machine airplane of hope halfway around Earth on wings of desire to marry Goddess of the Holy Grail who reincarnates our souls in our children. Dazed in chamber of lost secrets from hope, I listen to Moon Girl play melodies of heart-enchanting grace on silver flute that lifts my soul from muck of agony so I fly high with wings of Icarus above vast maze of human history. Mute in chamber of lost secrets, I sing first flash of love that flares forth into worlds that teem with conscious beings of energy who bloom wise from quantum cosmology for our brief flash of life till we burn out and vanish into shadows of our words.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus designs and constructs chamber of lost secrets at the center of the Museum of Dead Gods that lures seekers of truth in the global Maze of Myths.
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