Solarium Of My Honest Heart © Surazeus 2026 08 28 Each time I look back on road of my life to analyze progress of my secret plan to generate new life before I die, the future unspools world view of my heart so I become enemy of my soul, distracted by strange beauty of the sky. Stretching my body to waken from dream electric soul of stars, which animates aggressive caution of my hungry mind, I write tale of my laughter on the sky so I can drink ancient truth in the rain that teaches me the way my heart should go. Awake this hour in silence of cool dawn, I ponder why all humans live and die, yet try to play some mythic role of pride in psychic drama of our nation-state composed of children from One Mother Soul whose vision of the world programs our minds. I like to lounge beneath my apple tree and chat about true nature of the world with star-eyed serpent in long tangled limbs whose rainbow-feathered wings expand with breath to broaden scope of my brief consciousness so I almost become God I imagine. Each time some hungry animal or man attempts to eat my body for its meal, or enslave my soul to fulfill their will, I fight to maintain life and liberty, asserting my inalienable right to exist in weird drama of my faith. Our souls are conjured by dream of our brains as long as bodies function chemically, so I stretch tension of my body taut with lithe attention to limits of force, based on analysis of consequence I measure from results of active cause. I fashion oak limb into magic wand, tipped with sharp diamond from cave of desire, so, when they attack to control my soul, I fight with martial dance of graceful hope to guard Solarium of my honest heart where fruit trees blossom with sweet food of love. When I look forward on my road of life I cannot see the future I will live except through fractal lens of earnest love constructing paradise my heart designs through every choice of fate I activate, so I give you fruit to eat in my heaven.
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, August 28, 2026
Solarium Of My Honest Heart
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Orpheus records every plant and animal in the great Solarium of Zarathia to document complete inventory of all organic beings that thrive with life.
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