Assertive Code Of Grace © Surazeus 2026 10 12 Time fractured by assertive code of grace expands too far beyond calm afternoons to shroud lush dells in sanguine bitterness that widows would exchange for bowls of flour to fry blueberry pancakes at midnight for wanderers to feast without regret. When children of the new empire return from foreign lands with boxes of false dreams, we delegate our thinking to machines that throw our family photos in the trash after recording them in holy books depicting conflict between psychic queens. When agents of the empire shoot the moon, then knock at doors of loyal warriors, we hide our treasures behind broken doors to prove we worship with taxes of wheat the right god on the pyramid of skulls who pays us on holiday of his birth. No Christmas bells ring clear across the land where snow encases corpses of dead kings in dark deserted tombs of arrogance so we assemble on high mound of poles to dance around wild flames of innocence and sing of revolution against greed. Thirteen centuries later I extract skulls of great gods from fractured tombs of time so people of the land may see what fate bold time decrees with solemn certitude for every conscious being who walks the Earth, even those who proclaim themselves as gods. Bright angels with ten thousand star-gold eyes descend from glowing cloud of solitude to beam illusions of divine desire which animates my body with God Soul that claims state of immortality because I dream my Self since dawn of time. Alone beneath dome of the Pantheon I sit at Round Table of Liberty to reassemble world view of my brain that my ancestors design through each life, but I keep secret vision of my heart because I dwell in the real Heaven now. So I race motorboat across the lake and toss books of salvation in the deep where they transform to serpents with star eyes that form electric runes of cosmic spells which I chant to restore democracy on firm foundation of all human hearts.
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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Monday, October 12, 2026
Assertive Code Of Grace
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Orpheus sells puzzles of the new world view at his booth near the gate to the amusement park called the Promised Land, crowded with tourists of lost faith.
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