Mirror Of Forgotten Masks © Surazeus 2026 06 07 Happy in mundane failure of my life to play grand role on stage of history, safe from glaring spotlight of random fame, I gaze in mirror of forgotten masks where faces of my ancestors combine whole shadow of my soul that glows awake. Calm in acceptance of my mundane life where I carve prophecies on river stones recording who gets cursed by random fame, I float in mirror of forgotten masks as eight billion humans with dreaming brains who enter contest over who plays god. Surprised by joy that fountains from my heart as surreal vision flashing through my brain detailing how to evade random fame, I leap through mirror of forgotten masks to navigate combat zone of thought mines that could explode at misstep of each choice. Entranced by beauty of my Mountain Muse who gives me crystal sphere of timeless truth that maps path I take beyond random fame, I swim in mirror of forgotten masks with time-animated globe of world history evolving from shy fish to singing god. Inspired by wisdom of my Honest Spouse who tends Garden of Eden with crafty hands so Tree of Knowledge blooms with random fame, I rise from mirror of forgotten masks to build castle of faith on hill of beasts where angels sing in choir of tragic loss. Nourished by healing fruit of the Dream Tree which sprouts from rotten corpse of Jupiter to translate selfless love from random fame, I bloom from mirror of forgotten masks to drive my car to work at flash of dawn where I map features of our cluttered world. Crazy with passion to understand why our bodies of genetic coils are formed from atoms swerving against random fame, I soar through mirror of forgotten masks on wings of Icarus designed by hope till I build Heaven in Hell where I fall. Amused by complex political games ambitious tyrants, driving blind by lust, play to gamble so they win random fame, I polish mirror of forgotten masks so people visiting the Oracle may see dire consequence of every choice.
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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Sunday, June 7, 2026
Mirror Of Forgotten Masks
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Orpheus repairs fractured mirror of forgotten masks so each person who visits the Oracle may perceive the future based on choices they are making now so they can change their fate.
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