Memories Of Dead Gods © Surazeus 2026 07 12 When dawn sun opens mirror of my brain I reassemble framework of my face with fragments torn from memories of dead gods so I when I face the world at flash of fame my honest simpleness may shield my heart from slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. I get my eyes from Cronus and Saturnus so I may see heart of each human being that glows with secret passion they would hide when we exchange conceptual energy through tangled formula of sentences encoding sentiment in psychic code. I get my ears from Phoebus and Apollo so I may hear bright music of the spheres that radiates from first flash of the god eye when I translate weird song of ocean waves to pop songs blaring on the radio when everyone plays Sunday on the beach. I get my arms from Bacchus and Hephaestus so I may craft wave-leaping ship of fate from wood of trees I cut from Helicon when I sail seven seas on treasure quest to colonize the world with castle queens who rule cities at mouths of flowing rivers. I get my heart from Jupiter and Jesus so I may rule empire of pyramids controlling fields of wheat and herds of cows when I ride white horse on the hill of skulls to fight crocodiles in the steaming swamp, depicted as Saint George who slays the dragon. I get my brain from Athena and Hermes so I may envision in lines of verse deeds wise heroes perform as humble men who seek to understand nature of things as they develop through philosophy foundation of our world civilization. I get my tongue from Hera and Poseidon so I may sing enchanting spells of sight depicting complex nature of the heart which animates each human to explore expansive landscape of our spinning globe that generates our souls in pulsing brains. Though my frail mortal body is composed of fragments from grand deities of time, I pause from endless journey of my soul on signless road in waste land of despair and laugh at weird absurdity of life, then keep on searching for the Promised Land.
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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Sunday, July 12, 2026
Memories Of Dead Gods
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Orpheus asks Doctor Frankenstein to explain from which long-dead god each part of his assembled body was derived so he can understand nature of his heart.
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