Woke In The Anxious Zone © Surazeus 2026 05 14 Woke in the anxious zone of my bruised heart, mind twisted by healing wisdom of rainbows, I gather ghosts of children killed by bombs so they can assemble puzzle of dreams from fragments of distempered photographs that conceal immortal soul of their genes. Woke in the anxious zone of dancing homes, doors flapping wild as wings of Icarus, I number every home on signless roads that all lead to ziggurat of Ishtar where she designs new masks for us to wear when we perform our role in game of life. Woke in the anxious zone of wordless books, soaked black with blood of people killed in wars, I organize in conceptual framework every trope based on character and scene that stereotypes our personalities in standard plotlines where everyone dies. Woke in the anxious zone of flashing bombs, unspooled by formulas of righteous prayer, I support United Nations of Earth based on justice and liberty for all through equal opportunity from birth for every soul to optimize their skills. Woke in the anxious zone of radio ghosts, brains buzzing voices of demonic faith, I chat with every person in the world to understand strange motives of their hands concerned with shaping thoughts in clever toys when sorrow challenges our right to love. Woke in the anxious zone of humming trees, designed to conjure fruit of sacred truth, I translate riddles of the Eyeless Snake who whispers code I forge in key of jokes so I can open box Pandora made where my heart flutters arrogant wings. Woke in the anxious zone of singing skulls, crystal egg of draconic fortitude, I join justice squad that Orpheus leads with Apollo and Hamlet to detect crimes committed by greedy oligarchs so we administer justice on Earth. Woke in the anxious zone of my glass eyes, that beam time-animated globe of Earth, I cartograph whole history of mankind to analyze rise and fall of great empires till we create Heaven that unites all in vain attempt to manage civil strife.
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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Thursday, May 14, 2026
Woke In The Anxious Zone
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Orpheus holds up skull of Jupiter and contemplates how death takes down even the most powerful god-man who obtains power through being a cruel bully.
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