Puzzles Of Atomic Fame © Surazeus 2026 10 20 If about to fall in love with the sea, unwind your brain in spools of mirror eyes to prove fake laughter causes heart disease, then spin with dizzy joy in fractured sky because our souls are temporary flames, contrived by puzzles of atomic fame. Almost about to unlearn arrogance with frantic silence bound by holy books, I float in seething pool of innocence across the multiverse of crystal rooks where angels without eyes of rainbow thoughts manipulate our bodies as flesh robots. No chance to live this fleeting life again, I walk bleak desert of New Mexico to find the lyre of Mercury in pain so I can stand with pride on portico before abandoned fane of Jupiter to play new social role of Lucifer. While bearing light of truth with trembling hand in lamp Diogenes lost in dark woods, I walk vast maze of cities in our land to repaint marble idols of dead gods whose ghosts are trapped in fairy tales we read to children programmed to ignore their need. Since all things exist in material form, people are fooled to think the soul is real, but consciousness is glow of chemicals that flash in neural net of molecules, bright as the gleam in frail lightbulb of glass that winks to nothing when the structure fails. I float on waves of sorrow cleansed by joy with mute calm on the Gulf of Mexico, then swim with quick dolphin of Arion whose song encourages me to perform well my sacred role as Bearer of the Light who preaches one world faith of mutual peace. Through pines on shores of Lake Ontario I walk toward glowing cloud of ancient truth that gleams with secret of bold confidence in timeless wisdom of Astaria whose star-bright eyes reveal our new world view based on equal rights in Zarathia. Strange visions blind my eyes with hopeless hope while I float mute in feverish swirl of dreams that warring nations of the Earth unite in mission to support personal rights based on Liberty and justice for all, then I wake in haze of our modern world.
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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Tuesday, October 20, 2026
Puzzles Of Atomic Fame
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Orpheus lies in soft grass by the River Styx as he coughs while attempting to recover from a bout of bronchitis so he can return to work mapping the history of human fame.
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