Psychic Rivers Of Regret © Surazeus 2026 08 18 Soft vibration of crystal words reforms how human brains perceive the Face of God that gleams from golden clouds of arrogance to mutate how we talk about our souls as light that glows from fragile shell of glass which blinks out when the brain ceases to dream. If angels dare to explain how the brain could process sentences of fractured truth, we humans might remember why we hope to share conversations about rebirth in humming mountains of social thoughts when we meet ourselves in the spectral zone. I hear ephemeral voice of weird faith when I float high on invisible wings to teach the faceless ghosts of everywhere strange secret of conceptual innocence inherent in fake law of gravity that might invalidate my divine creed. Since no one speaks about the fall of stones which float on psychic rivers of regret, we gaze in eyes of people starved by fear, trapped in the prison camp of global faith, who sell each other empty books of tales which they burn to keep warm on winter nights. Foreclosed quality of inhuman speech, concerned with quality of suffering, pronounces new law of humble rapport between exploiters and victims of fraud who argue semantics in the locked church to deconstruct confession bombs of truth. If we use language to communicate hunger for substantial faith in the known, we might confuse young children without keys who prove flowers and glaciers design how we give and take in contests of love for return on investment despite death. Haunted by attentive ghosts of lakes, shot by angel of spiritual rewards who deems them unfit to work in food stores, I gamble for salvation with word-luck, heart tangled in language matrix of truth, when I overhear words of flightless souls. Awake with breath-turn of the mountain vale, I measure atom-wind of spiral waves to sense pure essence of the conscious brain which translates seething tides of wordless hope to jumbled logic of cathedral hymns which humans sing to pretend no one dies.
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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Tuesday, August 18, 2026
Psychic Rivers Of Regret
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Orpheus dives into the Seine River and races Paul Celan in swimming contest to see who can cross the River Lethe first to dance in the gardens of Auschwitz.
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