Godness Of The Empty Space © Surazeus 2026 10 08 My heart is withness of the empty space that binds our distances in spiral thought based on miniscule ecstasy of love flashing inside our closed eyes with strange luck at randomness of fame that curses fools who chase elusive butterfly of faith. Transformed by notness of the empty space expanding endless books of fairy tales, redesigned as sacred stories of faith that guide how we adjust our focused fear contrary to completeness of dire need, I hear Death object to thrust of desire. My brain is forthness of the empty space, woven by assertive fractions of light that pulse with psychic energy of waves which toss my fragile body on the beach so I attempt to stand straight at the sky of dizzy upside backward till I laugh. Through intense thingness of the empty space I try to explain twisted differences between bittersweet moments of regret for choosing where to go at flash of dawn that leaves me stranded in the somewhere else if time tricks me to tell you how I feel. Remembered dreamness of the empty space renders my face invisible to Death who wanders everywhere in swirls of snow to edge of eternity where ghosts build house of memories that steals my true name because I believe in the endless rain. Cherished by startness of the empty space for vast imperfectness of ardent play, I wear faces sharp as knives children sell for boxes of fractured gods who require pain of sorrowful truth to resurrect fictional characters from holy books. Entrapped by calmness of the empty space, I stumble perilously happy through Hell to follow laughing horse with clockwork eyes who gives me crystal orange of irony so I may understand how she loves me more as we grow old by the willow tree. Pregnant with Godness of the empty space, I hang nine days and nights from the phone pole because my brain is linked by psychic wires to weird internet of the world wide web so I channel prophecies of Star Wraith which disassembles puzzle of the brain.
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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Thursday, October 8, 2026
Godness Of The Empty Space
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Orpheus strips off his clothes and stands exposed on world stage of terrible fame, eyes blinded by the light of god and truth and right, so he laughs.
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