Wise God We Elect © Surazeus 2026 04 11 Startled by something unseen in the night, I exchange my face for the mask of light, then dance with carefree joy in the grove where wingless fairies of apple trees rove, but stop and ponder why men fight for power and who will marry princess in the tower. I value beauty of our empty world that spins in galaxy of stars unfurled with quaint anticipation that strange tune vibrates with passion of the writhing rune lithe as wise serpent in tall tree of fruit that flutters rainbow wings as I play lute. To stop blood-thirsty tyrant shooting bombs that shatter safe homes into boneless tombs Scheherazade recounts one thousand tales while strolling secretly on mountain trails, and then one more about the holocaust humans commit when paradise is lost. When massive vibration of human souls beams rainbow shimmer of intense love goals with effortless grace of perpetual prayer by chanting spells that unveil ghoul of fear, we reach out hands of generous respect to mold zeitgeist in wise god we elect. Electric phoenix ghost with crystal wings, that soars above our river vale of rings, expresses shrill uncanny song of hope that teaches me constructive ways to cope with our volatile time of social change where moral values shift weird angles strange. Astonished by world-spin of chemicals in matrix wound from waves of particles, I catalog all creatures who exist with sibylline code in dynamic list, encrypted by psychotic formulas through cosmic map of the Americas. Yet proxy actor who plays Lucifer insists that I perform as Jupiter in secret mission to guard paradise by coding social myths with viral price which redefines how brave heroic deeds vector calyx pattern of mental seeds. Though singers come and go in flow of time eternal song of true love humans mime will bloom again each season of the heart in harmony with notes on the dream chart composed with blood of angels on the scroll which I archive as duty of my role.
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, April 11, 2026
Wise God We Elect
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Orpheus and Scheherazade go camping in the Olympic National Forest to hike the mountain trail, fish by the lake of dreams, and eat roasted fish by the campfire under the twinkling stars.
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