We Build Another Troy © Surazeus 2026 08 21 From Troy our urgent mission to survive drives our wheeled train of homeless refugees to follow Venus sailing her moon boat across abyss of hope to colonize pristine gardens where ghost of Eden gleams from dire emergency of tolling bells. Through telescope of innocent respect we search for secret code in random stars that map our noble purpose with faint flash assembled in grand puzzle of desire to measure slow sequential flow of time beyond intense unraveling of fate. Indifferent audience of angels laughs at cosmic foibles noble heroes play while sanctioned by brave eagles of world war who lead parades of our triumphant loss against dark shadows in reflected glass of faceless enemies we fight each day. Of my first disobedience against pride, and fruit of my achievements soured by guilt, I sing with harp of David in my hands while lost in yellow woods of urgent faith where I pause at cracked tomb of Oedipus to ponder failure of our social dream. Wise oracle of concupiscent grace expresses stoic principles of calm with incandescent dance of mental vibes at trick of fame by tarot cards dealt lies exposing counterfeit creeds angels sell through prank of toxic masculinity. When kingdom-killing prophet of the laugh reveals sly bluff the Blindman conjugates, we strive to fathom absolute expanse of spaceless straightness tangled by fake words that throws our bodies on light curve of change so we hold hands from gates of paradise. Each time grand towers of bright Ilium are burned by agents of cruel tyranny, we build another Troy with bleeding hands to manage empire of corporate stores that binds our paths through corridors of time till we assemble in one church of wealth. When mantra-minded flower child of fate arrives from Underworld of bitter truth to fix machinery of the star-wound soul, contrived as psychic dynamo of faith, I publish odes of sorrow on the wall so ghosts of heroes hide in wordless books.
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 21, 2026
We Build Another Troy
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Orpheus meets his buddy XJ Kennedy at tomb of Oedipus where they play chess and talk about how airplanes resemble cherubim with silver wings.
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