Law Of Faceless Clouds © Surazeus 2026 06 22 With aching laughter of the joyful heart my soul refashions meaning of the world because I focus attention of thought at thick material forms of glowing light so I perceive through new words I invent essential nature of my pulsing brain. This strange self I perform on social stage seems to be somebody else I am not, because I hide true nature of my soul with mask that shields my too-sensitive heart against aggressive labels people ploy to bind my soul as puppet of their will. Sustained attention of the snipping eye, that tries to frame my body as its toy, expends conceptual wealth of bitter hope with fierce approach of faith to apprehend divine mystery of blood which animates flesh bodies against law of faceless clouds. Entangled with vision of satellites that speak with language of the fractured moon, I conjure from idyllic fields of fate grand future we attempt to recreate based on beautiful childhood memories which trap our minds in prison of the past. No exile from my homeland, now long lost in swirling mists of futile destiny, I sail the restless sea of everywhere with no one but myself in mindless wind, because I plan to build new nation-state instead of returning to my old home. I will bring no Muse with me on the boat that drifts without direction on deep tides through endless journey to the nowhere else across vast distances of timeless space to transplant culture of my heart in vale where skulls of my ancestors recite creeds. While tending crops in field of serpent teeth, I hone strange stories of heroic deeds that honor nameless people of the land whose weird songs manifest the sacred mind as humble prophets of the river flow who wield the hammer and sickle of faith. When I dance joyfully in apple grove my sorrows dissipate in evening mist that flash as stars which burned out long ago, yet twinkle still on fields of innocence, so with our skin as scroll of ancient law we found new state on liberty for all.
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 22, 2026
Law Of Faceless Clouds
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