Atoms Dreaming We Are Gods © Surazeus 2026 09 05 I stroll along the road that goes nowhere because I am always in my core place, here at the center of my universe, able to perceive all things that exist within scope of my cosmic consciousness which glow with ghost light of our divine soul. When I leave my home and my family I travel east to find Primal Homeland where my ancestors first woke from Star Dream who traveled west one hundred thousand years to find where the sun goes under the world, yet that is how we find the world is round. When I go off to fight the holy war to defend the land where my ancestors lived, if I survive I try to go back home, but wander nowhere in the Anywhere, so I sit by the river of blind ghosts and sing about the home that never was. So I decide this place where I sit now has always been secret home of my heart, investing passion of indifferent hope to build new home in waste land of nowhere till this place is the home that always is, where my children are born and I will die. Over ten thousand years of spinning time after I construct new haven for my heart on lush shore of this ever-flowing stream, enormous city of steel-framed glass towers glitters with millions of bright human souls who all dream with one vision of my eyes. The story of their journey to the west, that my ancestors tell in silent wind, vibrates in dust of every road I walk so I recall their struggles and insights that program how my brain perceives the world as they survive and generate new life. Though ancient mountains where I search for truth are frosted by curse of ambitious pride that drives us to explore and colonize wild lands that bulge with sparkling minerals, I reassemble puzzle of world view that frames sublime truth with new narrative. I am so present in this time-bound space, enclosed by invisible walls of truth, that I become the paradise I speak when I compose Tellurian Testament in Astarian Scriptures of my own faith that we are atoms dreaming we are gods.
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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Saturday, September 5, 2026
Atoms Dreaming We Are Gods
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Orpheus finds his own skull in the temple still singing prophecies about the rise and fall of kings and empires in relentless change of human history.
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