Machines Of Potent Words © Surazeus 2026 04 09 Grim gargoyle shape of my expanding brain dodges succulent perfection of thirst through imperceptible questions he screams to imitate machines of potent words so we feel safe beside the lake of dreams where fish explain consecutive regrets. Since truth and beauty that our hearts desire are both illusions which our brains design, truth the real world we try to understand and beauty the dream world we would create, we walk together in stark field of flowers, inventing words to match what we perceive. Tenebrous beauty of the world we see sucks light of rainbows in vortex of gray so we mix flour and milk in bowl of hope to bake fresh bread that keeps our secret fears concealed in swelling loaf of urgent faith while nursing darkness of the spinless world. Rate of convection, when heat radiates, defends velocity of transient soul defined by wind chill factor of sweet words disguising curse of estimated flow when moving air disrupts my atmosphere though I breathe pure celestial dreams of love. We bundle fractured hearts with eglantine to stride with brave anxiety toward light illuminating maskless souls we mold from ringing bells that lure our seamless dance against continuous time through false doors to high-walled courtyard of lost paradise. Adjusting patient line of wounded souls through secret code of frantic telephones, we neither confirm nor deny concern for endless meditation angels play based on exoneration we must purchase to free our bodies from theology. Weird book in which I hide discarded tales floats faintly slow above my throbbing head to beam bewildered sentences of fate that stretch our bodies beyond bounds of hate so we glance casually at screaming ghost who offers faces of state suffering. Dazzled by hills of honest fortitude, I colonize my heart with twisted lust when I extract material wealth of words from hills that share lost treasures forged by light so we may dwell in tense peace of despair without care for indifference of Nature.
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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Thursday, April 9, 2026
Machines Of Potent Words
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Orpheus translates every poem every written in history of humanity to the language of trees who sing our dreams billions of years after humans go extinct.
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