Proxy Puzzle Of Prudence © Surazeus 2026 05 31 Each time I hear daylight sing out of tune I see past range of what my eyes perceive, essential vibes of truth that flash in brains with pure angelic wings of thoughtless faith, so I give tears of wisdom to lost souls and chase wild butterflies in pouring rain. Though I am no wise philosopher-king attending needs of people in my care, I ache with sorrow at their suffering so I beam lasers from passionate glare to spark bright flames on stone altar of prayer with passion of Elijah on Carmel. Though refugees from war on fenceless road call Dispeller of Sorrow with brave prayer, she hides with humble heart in hollow lair to gather honey in the Holy Grail that bleeds as blood from angels without wings who trick my heart with tunes I cannot hear. I wear mask of flame-caster at the pyre and chant holy hymns of the devil choir with plan to catch the newest falling star before it fractures egg shell of the Earth, since each material object has its worth though fate cannot guarantee second birth. As Smith of Hearts with Hammer of Respect, I trace essential vein of curving thoughts to map ordinary light of our brains that seek permission to endure harsh pain from faceless spirit in the empty sky who never answers when we question why. Adjusting vibrant strings of psychic faith, I try with secret code to tune my eyes through beams of fiscal light that harmonize intense desire to expand consciousness with humble need to extract from the Earth potent material that could fuel my heart. Pending payments on mortgage of my mind alert my guardian angel with sharp chime to analyze proxy puzzle of prudence consistent with regulations of growth defined by math clerks with strange formulas which calculate my cost effectiveness. Undone by death on Bridge of Clarity, we hurry to our offices at dawn to broker compliance with divine law that should suppress bold curiosity so when daylight sings in tune with the sea we can unite to fight for liberty.
Sunday, May 31, 2026
Proxy Puzzle Of Prudence
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Orpheus pauses on London Bridge to snap a selfie with the crowd of people undone by death in the background, then continues to the Museum of Fake Art.
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