Television Tube Of Truth © Surazeus 2026 10 30 When sparrows spring from sudden songs of hope, I hold ever-flowing hourglass of fate with supple laughter of our arrogance that happiness of flashing synergy could be more than frail bubble on the stream that vanishes with mist on web of dawn. Grand symphony of my eccentric heart swells with vibrant shadow from my grave as sunlit clouds that crack with thunder song to drench our city in spiritual rain with noisy burden of my wordless voice that radiates waves of songs on radios. Our spirits rise from swirling sea of dreams through bleached evaporation of desire to form enormous clouds of mindless gods that soak the waste land of the roadless west in screaming riddles of electric ghosts who transform into humans without hope. Dry Earth soaks our spirits into its heart so we bloom tall in trees of humming faith that morph our bodies into juicy fruit consumed by insatiable hope of Death who dances when I dare play violin for gods in abandoned aquarium. Ghosts of my Puritan ancestors glow as gold candles in pumpkin heads of gods when children dressed as cowboys and vampires loot strange treasures from mansions of the rich which they return to history museums to honor our savage civility. Trapped in the television tube of truth with masks of characters from fairy tales, I captain our sleek starship among stars to visit strange new worlds where devils trick humble farmers to support haughty kings till cities are destroyed by nuclear bombs. Emerging from vales of the jagged Alps, where lizard men dwell in bright jeweled caves, I build empire with Wand of Jupiter based on nutritious passion of wheat bread so I can find lost grave of Icarus and rebuild sky-ship of his broken heart. While growing old with sorrow of lost time, I carve weird riddles on black obelisk with serpent runes of star-engendered love that flash on television tubes of truth to hypnotize new children of dead gods who wrestle hovering cherubim of faith.
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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Friday, October 30, 2026
Television Tube Of Truth
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Orpheus walks with Sir Patrick Stewart along flashing wing of our galaxy as they discuss essential nature of bodiless gods that play with humans like puppets of vanity.
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