Insight Of Weird Gratitude © Surazeus 2026 05 24 Excessive thoughts of bonus ardency expose conceptual pride of World God Mind that flashes vaguely true in radio songs with urgent insight of weird gratitude sent out in instant grams of doctored faith as scenes of beauty that inspire my heart. Because my body is less dead that stone and limbs of motion fly away alone, I prize computer screens of flashing words as stars that channel divine Mind of God through startled neurons of my Dreamless Brain, so I build House of Wisdom from cracked bone. Strange music leads me through assertive rain down endless streets of sorrow slick with rain, from gloom of faith to glowing hall of fear where demons paint on holy walls of bone reverent icons to the Mother and Child who grows to rule vast nations with brave law. What apparition on angelic wings descends from vast blue heaven of regret with arms outstretched to welcome every soul reborn as wingless angels who contend in global wars of Hadean prophecy to prove their father is true god of Earth. No frame of steel-glass towers could contain magnificent ghost of modest disdain with godless beauty of cerulean skies where demons and angels as men disguised sell each other medallions of false fame, inspired by passion of the tongueless flame. Born upward by rush of violent wind that swells from secret cavern of our hearts, we claim authority of perfect light speaks through our mortal bodies of frail flesh with holy spirit of celestial truth that motivates our souls to seek real truth. One delicate twisted flame from God Mind expands bright fireworks in Hall of My Mind so I feel bright immortal Soul of God wake in my brain brief hour of ecstasy since atoms of my soul flare forth from eye of light at center of the universe. When orange nasturtium of my aching heart blooms bright from ancient rotten corpse of god, I feel the special spirit of my soul wake my brief hour of all eternity, so I dance with grace on landscape of the world and sing about weird beauty till I die.
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, May 24, 2026
Insight Of Weird Gratitude
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Orpheus joins followers of Phoebus Christ in hall of broken idols who sing when the holy spirit of truth inspires them to spread the wisdom of Ishtar to the world.
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