Fragments Of Weird Joy © Surazeus 2026 07 02 Through default mechanism of the brain she throws her favorite memories in the trash, then tears them into fragments of weird joy as she tapes them slant in random collage depicting boring childhood of her heart bruised by invisibility of faith. Sad in herb garden of the ancient house on the street where patriots designed new nation of equality for men to control land where people nurture dreams baked in bread we share with the homeless poor, she steals puzzle pieces from our world view. In bleak darkness before dawn of regret, she rubs her hands in bitter cold of hope, then rides the bus one hour in maze of streets to bake bread in the wordless factory while she ignores the second civil war fought by justice warriors in cyberspace. She wonders if her therapist enjoys swimming with sharks in deep ocean of tears that bleed from laughter of angelic brains who check the mail for letters from the ghost whose wounded heart transforms into the cat that lounges nonchalantly in her heart. When evening darkness singes edge of hope with subtle message of the Absolute that time corrodes our hearts with earnestness from filtered fumes of thoughts buried in mud, she stops by scarlet sign of innocence to question which direction she should take. Calm beast of arrogance wakes in her heart when she walks home at night in starry gloom, evading shadows of wolves dressed as men concerned with safety of the princess bride who always searches for good place to hide from collapsing institutions of faith. The old bearded man in torn ragged clothes asks her if she can recognize his face, but she explains she has no secret name, then ponders how great wizards such as him get stuck in this modern world of machines because our songs bounce off cement sidewalks. With broken guitar she stole from Apollo she plays tunes in the pentatonic scale to tell the world with saddest song of love that she loves Zephyrus, the haughty clown who teaches her how to survive the streets through default mechanism of the brain.
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, July 2, 2026
Fragments Of Weird Joy
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Orpheus films Ophelia while she wanders around the city with rose-tinted glasses of psychotic ennui that reveal the real nature of the human heart.
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