Tangled Dreams Of Fear © Surazeus 2026 04 26 When angel of my heart burns through the sky with absolute desire to know the truth, she weaves my mind from tangled dreams of fear to strengthen me with brave audacity so I may climb ambitious peak to touch primal light of the sun that knows my name. Through prism of each raindrop on soft leaves I see electric raven with gold eyes who asks me if I know name of each soul killed by men with greed past million years so I carve letters of their vanished minds in shifting sands of time on beach of fate. Time-flashing rays of light from crystal eye, which dreams at center of the swirling sun, weave my body with atoms of respect for I am spirit of the Earth in flesh who seeks to understand nature of light that glows as consciousness from my sponge brain. Deep in temple of Karnak at Luxor the star-eyed angel holds light in her hands that beams our souls to center of the Earth so we feel giant planet of our hearts dreaming through kaleidoscope of our eyes so we remember how our world was born. Electric angel with black velvet wings assembles shards of stories from old tales to align fragments of our memories in flowing puzzle of world history where name of every soul who ever lives gleams in tapestry on stone temple wall. Grasping my hands with sensitive concern, electric angel sings with haunting voice, "If I can prevent just one fragile heart from breaking into shards of aching sorrow, my temporary tenure on this Earth shall not be fruitless endeavor of faith." Though I cannot play God for anyone, though we are emanations of Earth Soul, I dare assert intention of respect to shine with luminous beauty of love while curled with you in privacy of trust so we generate life before we die. Unnoticed by microscopic device, composed with diesel fuel of diamond eyes, I give myself with anguish of desire to tantalizing faith in nothingness that sparks frail flame of my glowing soul though bitter storm looms black over our world.
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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Sunday, April 26, 2026
Tangled Dreams Of Fear
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Orpheus wears mask of Jupiter as he performs tragedy of his own life on stage in the crowded theater carved into hillside above the sad sea.
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