Uncanny Valley Of My Heart © Surazeus 2026 11 12 There never has been, and there never will be the perfect spell to sing the aching heart with sweet mercurial melody of truth that transcends all mundane accessories when I traverse with cautious steps of faith uncanny valley of the sun-bright mind. When I drift free of duties to the state through free association of weird signs with unrestrained acceptance of false fate, which I create with every choice I make, I find myself on signless road of faith far from the crowded streets of urban zones. High on the rocky mountain slope of hope I see fire rain from vast infinity when countless angels in silver airplanes fall flaming from the cosmic war for truth that humans fight to prove their mortal christ is blessed by Heaven to wear crown of thorns. With hearty laugh of gentle mockery I see their battles to control the world as petty squabbles for small squares of dirt where they entomb their fathers in cold stone till floods dislodge their bodies from the ground and sweep their homes and churches out to sea. Beyond uncanny valley of my heart, imprisoned by fake walls of paradise, I wander through vast maze of doorless fanes where idols of dead gods sing eerie hymns with arcane riddles of galactic code that guide my way past obstacles of fear. When I find ziggurat where Ishtar reigned I see no angels wearing feathered robes climb the ladder of Jacob to the moon, so I ascend with passion of blind faith stairway to Heaven, paved with slippery gold, till I reach desolate citadel of ghosts. When I find first-made lyre of Mercury encased in glass as relic of the past, I wait in vast Museum of World Faith, deep in uncanny valley of my heart, for just the right time in the twilight zone to make that instrument of music mine. With ears fine-tuned from clarity of death to secret messages of timeless truth, sung by skulls of Hamlet and Orpheus, I find my voice in complex fairy tales about how common people strive with faith to build their lasting legacy in vain.
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, November 12, 2026
Uncanny Valley Of My Heart
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Orpheus teaches me how to play the lyre of Mercury and improvise Sibylline prophecies with tangled verse of weird psychotic code no one understands.
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