Each Time I Lose Myself © Surazeus 2026 06 01 I find myself each time I lose myself so I run across the waste land of the heart and leap abyss of nothingness to soar laughing at the crystal moon of faith which vanishes to mist as I approach so I fall back into my throbbing head. I find myself each time I lose myself so I dance laughing on the sands of time with one hand waving free to grasp the wind and scatter seeds of flowers so they sprout as rainbow angels wearing human masks who dive for memories in sea of dreams. I find myself each time I lose myself so I stand blindly on cliff of despair to map the ancient streets of Neverland where faceless children search for Kingdom Come that slips away in cold of morning dawn at flap of angel wings above my tomb. I find myself each time I lose myself so I strum Lyre of Mercury with sass to chant psychotic spell of eyeless clouds that beam elusive riddle of the mind when I chase shadow of the ragged clown who wants to preach salvation without faith. I find myself each time I lose myself so I explore fog-swirling ruins of time where zombies gather in the Church of Glass to worship Vampire King with Crown of Thorns who drinks Blood of the Lamb in Holy Grail to resurrect our characters from books. I find myself each time I lose myself so I drive piston-engine time machine on winding mountain Road of Honesty to find Cave of Illusions in the Alps where God-Eye Diamond of my divine heart beams first flash that flares forth from the big bang. I find myself each time I lose myself so I write epic of philosophers depicting heroes who quest for the truth when they perform in circus of the mind amazing acrobatics with weird words that formulate atomic principles. I find myself each time I lose myself so I decide to run for president to rebuild institutions through respect, constructing from ruins of America state of equal rights as Zarathia where everyone eats from the Tree of Life.
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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Monday, June 1, 2026
Each Time I Lose Myself
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Orpheus wins election for President of the United States of Zarathia because he finds himself after he loses himself in the endless maze of myths.
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