Apparitions Of State Power © Surazeus 2026 06 27 My tears are pearls that splash in pool of time at sudden denouement of my weird tale from indiscretion of my eager hope to live free from obsession of your fear, because they gleam with whiteness of desire, reflecting eyes of angels in my heart. My tears are seeds that sprout from rancid soil as blood-dark iris at rim of my grave with indestructible frame forged by fate because I sing while wrapped in shroud of loss, my soul now starless on its vanished road as I wait mute beside the crumbling cliff. My tears are stars that twinkle sweetly bright in boundless expanse of the crackling sky that gleams in lucent water of my heart with ardent echo carving time from death at sharp crack, green as wordless clarity, that sparks religious sense of honesty. Every day I remember the whole past because my heart repeats productive acts with each attentive cycle of the sun that senses undulations of terrain, providing clear purview of twilit hills depicted on the visionary map. My tears are thoughts that cause things to be real by virtue of expression I program to frame chaotic swirl of fraught events in clever narrative defining truth as factors favorable to my success through strange necessity of ardent faith. My tears are words that distort ghosts of why in glassy lightness of our mirror minds where we perform in tragic play of hope unspoken ecstasies which calculate impossible myths we deserve to play with false translations of abnormal laws. My tears are birds with brave angelic wings that witness odysseys of calm despair described by proverbs of moon calendars unweaving threads of never-subtle worth so we mourn apparitions of state power as characters encased in scenery. I will rehearse no future I foretell through careless prophecy of falling snow that sparkles crystal clear on summer night when travelers from distant unmapped lands provide weird keys of passionate insight that hang from golden bough of travesty.
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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Saturday, June 27, 2026
Apparitions Of State Power
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Orpheus captures tears of billions of suffering people in crystal jars of concern that he sells as expensive perfume in posh department stores.
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