Epic Of Daily Life © Surazeus 2026 07 27 How quiet glows this soft blue dawn of hope, revived again from centuries of conflict, mismanaged between hungry gangs of thieves who fight to control resources of faith that generate our bodies from sea slime so we begin to believe we are angels. Whose faceless spirit haunts my quiet dawn through wordless whispers of innocent trust that we shall bloom from sorrow of regret which nurtures seed of possibility designed by wanderers who came before and marked their way on sad stone of my heart? Aesthetic delivery system of song preserves strange experiences of fear when I face monsters of hungry despair whom I must kill in order to survive, so I kneel and weep with heart-wounded prayer while I bury their dark shadow in Earth. I never see the dead rise from the ground nor wander moaning in the twilight zone with rotting faces of horrible truth that we are but organic glob of meat which conjures temporary conscious soul, then we all vanish to nothing at death. If you imagine you can hear my voice calling your name in leaf-fluttering breeze that caresses your cheek with my memory, your mind is inventing this breath of hope to fuel your progress on the signless road which I mapped for you to follow me home. My special soul becomes another spark of solar energy encased in flesh that motivates my journey beyond fear, though I still wander nowhere lost in time with only shadow of your presence near, so I pause and wonder where I am now. Huge hills that bristle with electric trees loom high above broad valley of tall grass where sparkling river flows toward unseen hope, but I resist charge of its constant motion to stand alone beneath the silver sky and wonder with sharp tears of laughter why. Another sunlit span of unclocked time provides broad stage of possible concerns for me to organize new social system that provides role for every human soul to express desires of their secret hearts as we perform epic of daily 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, July 27, 2026
Epic Of Daily Life
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Orpheus finds the Assy River Valley in Kazakhstan where his ancestors wandered more than a thousand years with horses and apples of the heart.
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