Mauve Mask Of Morning © Surazeus 2026 05 11 To wear mauve mask of morning without fear, concerned about wordless pain people hide, I sit before glowing computer screen and map whole history of humanity with points, lines, and polygons that depict static image of our now-changing world. I feel mauve mask of morning hide my face while I search among jagged stones of hope for deep well of immortal energy so I can bring cup of juice in my heart to Mother Gaya in four-pillared fane where she weeps over death of the blind moon. Without mauve mask of morning to reflect spirit of water that nurtures my faith, I play in backyard of my empty home, happy as the child with apple of light that mimics how the sun designs our minds with aching gratitude for mystery. I find mauve mask of morning in wet grass, so I sit in museum all day long sketching imitations of famous works to see if I can wake genius of art who gazes at me from blank eyes of ghosts trapped inside frame of conceptual regret. To build mauve mask of morning from sharp shards of rose windows shattered by happy bombs, I rearrange truths of reality so everything I thought was true as wind supplies oxygen when I breathe it in, learning nature of soul carnality. Behind mauve mask of morning Soul of God wakes in vast neural network of my brain so conscious sense of self I feel as me, programmed by dreams that my ancestors lived, fools me to feel immortal in frail flesh, so I run laughing in lush field of flowers. Shielded by mauve mask of morning with pride, I stand on global stage of hungry fame and sing transcendent spells of ecstasy that flash through my brain as epiphany, then vanish from dream of the turning world after I play my part programming truth. Inspired by mauve mask of morning from faith, I follow Death on signless road of fate with urgent passion, fueled by ardent pain, to build from bones of gods sheltering fane where I observe political events as trickster who plays the opposite game.
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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Monday, May 11, 2026
Mauve Mask Of Morning
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Orpheus teaches class of students in the river park techniques to paint mauve mask of morning that conceals mystery of the human spirit.
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