Ghost Of Shimmer-Thought © Surazeus 2026 05 09 When I kneel at fern-wreathed curb of the well to see strange whiteness Robert once discerned, I see no godlike ghost of shimmer-thought behind mask of my simple mortal face, so I pretend with smirk of innocence that I perceive true essence of this world. Sun-dappled lilies of the valley bloom from graves where my ancestors rot to dust along lost roads of verdant urgency since patterns of transcendent ideal forms mold matter into transient beings of light which weaves meaning out of random events. While trudging endless road of prairie grass beside four-wheeled wagon of dreamy hopes, I seek glow of enchantment in bright hills that whisper secret tales in wordless wind, revealing secrets of this ancient land where grim demonic shadows of fear lurk. I sense weird spirit of faceless regard as meaning immanent in mindless things that I project with passion to express transcendent vision flashing in my eyes which dissipates in sudden gust of wind so I see river valley as it is. Vast cities in lands far across the sea teem with gangs of men fighting for control over whose god bestows their right to live with fierce ambition to claim providence for calm consumption of material wealth providing nourishment for psychic growth. No cities gleam on distant hills of hope beyond horizon of potential peace so I imagine divine providence beams rays of light on river vales of hope to highlight opportunities for growth where I may thrive far from castles of greed. This vision of new opportunity drove my ancestors in long wagon trains over rugged mountains of agony, across windy prairies of urgency, to build new homes on river shores of faith far from oppressive grasp of tyranny. Now tyrants reach their hands across the land to crush all opposition to their greed as spirit of Rome looms over lush vales to expand empire of social control, so I stand on wild beach of Oregon and laugh because our crowded world is round.
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, May 9, 2026
Ghost Of Shimmer-Thought
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Orpheus appears to young Mary Frances Lee beside covered wagon on the river shore along the Oregon Trail, and teaches her how to sing magic spells of truth.
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