New Child In Her Heart © Surazeus 2026 06 18 Small round white pebbles, smoothed by endless flow of moon-white water, rippling silver light of wordless fear at some dark shadow near that looms featureless, reflect her gaunt face, hardened into strange mask of someone else at sudden flash of mindless ecstasy. Exhausted from aggressive fantasy to gather berries and eggs in dark woods, Stella reposes far from Astrophel under dark sycamore on the lush hill, and stares at cottages on pastoral farms wreathed in smoke from cooking fires at twilight. Green apples, still unripe in late spring heat, promise weird sweetness of electric juice to homeless wanderers on signless roads who pause to ponder beauty of farm fields bordered by wild hedge-rows of stoic faith, while searching for pure essence of the mind. Awake in pure mind of her hungry hope, yet numbed by ennui of afternoon breeze, sly Stella searches tangled woods of fate for gift with aspect more sublime than faith that weighs boundless burden of mystery on fragile raft of her wave-battered heart. Deciding to cherish her serene mood with breath that powers our corporeal frame, Stella hums in harmony with stream waves that morph in shapes of monsters with small eyes which vanish when she laughs with calm delight at beautiful absurdity we share. Since Moon shines still on her solitary walk, where misty mountain-winds teach her to live free from anxious ambition to gain wealth, Stella begins to worship florid Nature that molds our bodies from river-shore mud with indifferent passion to feel, yet know. Though genial spirits of our hungry flesh decay to blind dust in relentless change of harsh necessity to live, she designs new language from cries of storm-twisted ghosts, which Stella translates from pebbles of shock at swelling of the new child in her heart. Weird glow of nature, inherent in forms that her eyes perceive as colorful swirls, informs her mind with quietness of life that blooms from shocking vision of soul birth with insight at how seeds of ecstasy build dwelling place from memory of love.
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, June 18, 2026
New Child In Her Heart
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Orpheus finds pregnant Stella sleeping under the sycamore tree, so he settles down and keeps watch to guard her precious soul from harm of the indifferent world.
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