Gold Hypnotic Eyes © Surazeus 2026 08 12 The way piano notes cause crows to laugh reveals old painting of the dreamy sky dripping tears in crippled hands of the girl who waits for someone to return from war, intense with shadow of half-open door that proves she secretly hopes for revenge. Brick buildings on the hazy boulevard conceal small broken hearts of honest men who write their stories with blood on the wall through formulas of disentangled codes which calculate despair of open roads no matter obstacles of irony. She finds abandoned shopping cart of hope in field of grass behind the lonely school where sad grasshoppers modulate the day with angst of heart-enchanting melodies that should provide blueprint for psychic keys which she could use to open brave church doors. When stoic toad with gold hypnotic eyes chants Psalm of the Shepherd in evening glow, three school girls skip on the yellow brick road with plan to wake dead gods of arrogance from tangled roots of trees on river shore where dolphin brings shy Arion from the deep. I call to wise Inanna on high hill with wounded heart of stark sincerity in fraught request for honest rulership since gangs of angry thieves corrupt our state against the sacred law of falling leaves which tangle naive hearts with chosen fate. Far out in waste land of calm nonchalance dark shadow of some nameless wanderer slants sideways through expansive grid of hope that portends revolutionary change through sudden readjustment of our values that we must seal with sacrificial blood. Devotions of his ice-heart streaked by dawn should sanctify attention still denied by star-eyed pilgrims in the thrumming dark, but he decides to fortify his mind against bright menace of the silent tree that stands guard in abandoned castle court. Entranced by gold hypnotic eyes of truth, that spiral with one trillion galaxies, bold Arion stands on stage in castle court and strums oak harp of David with deft hands, then sings grand epic of his killing spree that makes him writhe in guilty agony.
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, August 12, 2026
Gold Hypnotic Eyes
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Orpheus invites Arion to his literary party in his loft in Greenwich Village where they smoke scarlet flowers of the pristine truth while changing melodies of psychic math.
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