Still-Changing Maze © Surazeus 2026 04 28 Lost in still-changing maze of social myths, I carry memories of home in my heart which shines with ancestral star of my soul so I may journey straight toward my life goal though Truth keeps shifting frame of reference to readjust focus of my world view. Blind in still-changing maze of ancient truths, I sing electric radiance of my heart that echoes clear off high museum walls so I know where I am on path of time as we progress from warring nation-states to global union of factories and farms. Helpless in still-changing maze of desire, I whisper ephemeral web of hope as I crawl cobblestone road of concern with blood on my hands and dirt on my face from defending fruit garden of my home to protect my family from greedy thieves. Awake in still-changing maze of mad ghosts, I strum the lyre of Mercury with sass to deflate pompous tyrants with bad jokes when the clown wears plastic crown of the king and struts on battleship of cowardice to beat his chest with fierce gorilla shriek. Amused in still-changing maze of brave cowards, I join parade of angels withing wings who follow Lucifer with Torch of Truth to oppose tyranny of Jupiter who lives in quaint cottage across the lake where he strolls in woods to commune with Nature. Surprised in still-changing maze of wise fools, I carve dream runes on trunks of countless trees to chronicle whole history of the world while glowing clouds cast shadows on the world where fishermen hold flowers of respect and ask ballerinas to marry them. Dazed in still-changing maze of psychic faith, I perform role of social architect to design global political system based on justice and liberty for all, then fly Icarus kite in city park where wild children turn into butterflies. Glad in still-changing maze of sordid facts, I must extract aesthetic capital from harsh suffering common people endure by singing elegy to praise the dead who wander labyrinth of timeless dreams as wordless shadows trapped in tales of books.
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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Tuesday, April 28, 2026
Still-Changing Maze
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Orpheus maps still-changing maze of American society to find the ancient Museum of Timeless Truth somewhere in some small country town.
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