Wake Through Weird Visions © Surazeus 2026 05 27 Without any explanation for why we wander endless maze of life on Earth, we each invent our own reason for being so our hearts blaze with blinding light of faith that guides our steps through obstacles of fear to eat and sing till we decay and die. This glorious hour of timeless ecstasy when we consume sweet fruit of wordless angst and dance without restraint of social rules in aching passion to transcend this world and soar among high clouds to paradise now seems to vanish in mute flash of dawn. This cup of juice I lift with trembling hand to toast strange beauty of our vibrant life I drain to bitter dregs of final death that crushes lithe bodies to nothingness and scatters dust of our bones in dry fields where flowers mock us with indifferent dance. Bright dream of faith that swells my throbbing head with awesome sense of pure divinity convinces me my conscious sense of self, by which my mind conceives immortal life, will outlast transient pulsing of my flesh so I might live again after I die. That unknown country beyond bourn of death from which no traveler ever returns is nowhere in this realm of changing forms, so I keep walking endless road of hope to leap beyond abyss of nothingness, yet I soon realize I deceive myself. How sweet this weird enchanting sound of grace which I express from wretched fear of death that every human walking this vast world is lost with me on signless road of faith so we together overcome all snares in toil to build our real Heaven on Earth. Since we shall vanish from this spinning Earth when conscious sense of self will dissipate, though atoms of our bodies will transform to soil applied by roots to conjure fruit, we choose to celebrate with solemn joy that we at least are still alive this hour. I never find explanation for why Earth generates our bodies from the sea by weaving carbon strands of sparkling hope in neural network of our dreaming brains, so I decide light of the universe strives to wake through weird visions my heart sings.
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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Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Wake Through Weird Visions
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury before the crowd, and sings tale of how he tried to save Eurydice, but explains that death is final end of all organic life.
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