Star Eyes Of My Night © Surazeus 2026 08 19 Because she is the star eyes of my night, beaming visions of vain hope from her heart, I search with hope for algorithmic ways to redesign our social narrative so we admire perceptive qualities of common people struggling to survive. The plumber adjusts invisible pipes to channel water from the River Styx through sink faucet in kitchen of concern so I can cook spaghetti on the stove with tomato sauce and parmesan cheese when we drink wine and ignore falling bombs. The workers who repair our broken homes with frames of wood and nets of copper wires work with their hands to reshape forms of hope against oppressive tyranny of words stacked by large language models of pride so we drive our cars to the grocery store. The mechanic tweaks engine of my car so gas in combustion chamber explodes to power spin the piston engine sparks in twirling cycle of aggressive force so we zoom fast across map-measured space in time machine of legalized control. The farmer plows soil with hard dragon bone and sows sharp teeth in furrows of mute verse so angels and devils both spring with hope from field of dreams to colonize the world and build vast maze of streets with numbered doors where idols of dead gods direct our lives. The driver maneuvers delivery truck on web of highways sea to shining sea, porting raw materials to factories, providing merchandise to shopping stores, and stocking homes with valuable assets where we dwell in domestic quietude. The baker gathers wheat that Ceres grows to grind grains into flour of secret code they program into loaves of fresh-baked bread that we eat with fried fish and tartar sauce when Jesus preaches Sermon on the Mount about caring for homeless immigrants. I dream I meet Jesus on signless road alive as you and me with pulsing heart, so I ask if he will return again soon, but he shows how his spirit incarnates in leaders who nurture each human being through state that gives all freedom to live well.
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 19, 2026
Star Eyes Of My Night
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