Mask Of New Identity © Surazeus 2026 10 18 To calibrate antenna of my brain with flashing movement of palpable pride, when hope expands precise pitch of my mind in tune with strange breath of mute river stones, I smile at you to broadcast love I feel that you exist with visions on your tongue. Attuning knob of my dragonized heart along cosmic spectrum of voiceless ghosts, I find electric song of ocean waves vibrating from the radio of my brain that dredges monstrous memories of desire from lightless abyss of the fertile sea. My spirit blooms from nothingness of light that flash my brain awake in glow of dawn so I breathe eyeless spirit of the sun that fuels my progress on the river shore where I fight gangs of thieves for apple tree that gives fruit to all hands in liberty. My hands draw from cold depths of energy writhing demons that scream in ecstasy when I roast fish on flames of jealousy, then shriek my wordless power at gold clouds that float indifferent to my suffering in vain attempt to prove I am alive. Death always waits in shadow of each day behind large boulders on the beach of faith, so I crouch ready for their sudden attack till soft wind rustles branches of the tree where one small raven watches over me with eyes that know why stars will never die. When I wear mask of new identity, which I carve from trunk of the singing tree, Death runs away on frantic legs of fear so I declare myself god of the sea as storm winds lash huge waves in loyalty beneath the shining demon of the moon. Fierce passion to survive millions of years of rebirth through each generated soul still motivates my drive to rule the world which I enclose in engine of my heart to animate my quest on road of life when I sing epic tale of scientists. The eyeless mother of the monstrous sea gave birth to spirit of my flashing genes so I evolve four hundred million years from fish to wingless angel who wears mask that shields my soul from mocking rage of hate because I glow with truth till Death finds me.
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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Sunday, October 18, 2026
Mask Of New Identity
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Orpheus wanders along the sea with Ophelia who dances around him with awkward shyness of new lovers who long to kiss as waves sing of their sweet romance.
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