Integration Of God Eggs © Surazeus 2026 07 10 Still tracing blood in final truth of bone, cracked by assertive thoughts none dare express, I enter our remote tower in air where silver wisher of the humble Clerk recalls swift flight of hawks at dawn of fate which casts strange shadow on the broken gate. Unsure if spools of time may detox fear, when curious fish in tunnels of green seas teach me to wrestle fate in wordless gloom, I scatter remnants of my wicked dreams on sparkling sands of arrogant dismay to prove my heart intends to offer hope. Indifferent to souls of children that flit on sparrow wings of urgent confidence between vast strangeness of borderless hills, I wander down the forest path of hope and open wide my arms to embrace love, but you disapparate from barren fields. If we should meet again at starless flash safe within crumbling palaces of bone, we may exchange insightful tales of fate to resurrect blind demons from our hearts and banish them with laughter to the moon at sudden comprehension of torn wings. We wait together on the river shore to be seen by God in gold cloud of fate, but children scatter far across the hills which leaves us half-asleep in dreamless heat at shocking quickness of the dancing tree that hides our sorrow in shadow of eyes. Our debt to integration of god eggs remains unpaid from countless spins of fear, bedazzled by ambiguous ambience that we experience in unwindowed room where martyred ghosts of honeysuckle twist our minds with laughter beyond countless years. Each clue I leave on meadow of glass skulls blinds your electric eyes with clever code so you attempt to sell your wounded heart entwined with reason of innocent vines if we escape taut mesh of tangled lies contained by hideous roar of knelling words. Though still unwept by dangerous regret, sweet Stella gives me dignity of trust which I record in seventh testament at dazed solemnity of honest men whose shadows sterilize valleys of ghosts, fluent with forced fragility of faith.
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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Friday, July 10, 2026
Integration Of God Eggs
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Orpheus finds the monastery clerk dozing in the garden where shimmer of heat permeates conceptual integrity of statues that depict king of the world.
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