Endless Road Of Certainty © Surazeus 2026 07 08 Too many ways to fall from the blank sky interrupt my game of fun chess with Death on the beach where children play hide and seek to understand how televisions work when unseen signals vibrate through the air in psychic waves of interactive dreams. Too fast for fierce human eyes to detect, ghosts flit around our bodies of frail flesh on wings of words derived from psychic trash and weave with riddle code of honesty addictive webs of enervating thoughts constraining choices of fate we compose. Too far down endless road of certainty I wander far beyond necessity with ardent faith in what was never real till I stand stunned on high edge of the world to stare at silver flux of secrecy discerned by thoughtless minds of decency. Too late for me to address you by name, I look for you in every empty room because I want to understand your heart and what strange passion of hidden desire motivates you attempt to stall death though we all will die and return to dust. Too soon for Jesus to return again from Heaven that persists inside our brains as Realm of Ideas that never change, eternal forms of objects I perceive provide blueprint for atoms to compose seething bodies from hot energy waves. Too close to source of psychic vibrancy, I twirl in graceful glide of urgency to generate new life before I die since I have been reborn since dawn of time from coil of genes in writhing mental vine which makes me feel immortal as the stars. Too slow for fate to allocate my rights with flexible modes of contingency, Death waits for me far down the signless road so I stroll calmly along winding streams and scatter fruit seeds of fertility across the waste land of my solitude. Too few alternatives for rising up from thick rotundity of our vast world, I feel all-shaking thunder of desire swell molds of nature with intense concern to flush my heart with gratefulness at life when storms forge courage in my cautious heart.
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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Wednesday, July 8, 2026
Endless Road Of Certainty
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