Ruined Temple Of Masks © Surazeus 2026 05 26 If deviant people climb steeple of faith with hope to fly on wings of Icarus from sorrow of Earth to pleasure of Heaven, they might wonder what faith really entails as they fall back into turmoil of time, soul trapped inside the sponge brain of the self. Consider the horse that grazes on grass and wanders meadow of arrogant wind within sacred bounds of the barbed-wire fence, and remember when we explored the world racing across endless plains of desire till we colonized ever river shore. I never see horses anywhere now while I drive my car in vast maze of streets past buildings of mysterious intent where only long-dead gods are innocent, so I climb the mountain of timeless truth and sit in the ruined temple of masks. So many moments of embarrassment startle my daily strut of confidence because I forget how clumsy I am stumbling randomly on road of my fate though I attempt to swerve from ordained track through free will basic to my character. Lost in dark forest with my Golden Wreath, as savage beast transformed by curse of faith, I wander nowhere past the Promised Land till beautiful daughter of the Moon God sees my human soul inside the white bear, therefore her love restores my human form. Wearing white-bear mask of King Valemon, I play my role in television show that people watch when Earth is veiled with snow since I restore Kingdom of Avalon when I defeat Cruel Troll in the White House by tricking him to steal the Crown of Thorns. When I am done uniting Earth in peace, I return to my planet far away which in Terrish is named Zarathia because First Mother Zaratha creates our bodies from electric rainbow eyes with first flash that flares forth from the big bang. So join me at kitchen table of faith to feast well in ruined temple of masks where face of every human who has lived on every planet in the universe sings story of their life in riddle-verse preserved in Book of Souls by the Star Wraith.
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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Tuesday, May 26, 2026
Ruined Temple Of Masks
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Orpheus meets the beautiful princess riding the white bear in the forest of lost souls, so he leads her to the ruined temple of masks where her kiss transforms her husband to a human.
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