Never Flow In Reverse © Surazeus 2024 12 16 If perfection is the sense of being whole, my life is perfect in this flowing hour because I know just how to play my role with swirling symmetry of subtle power which I encode in sentences of verse because time will never flow in reverse. Through many centuries of death I spring awake with conscious vision in my heart above this cluttered world on angel wing as global guardian of the star-fate chart which helps me navigate vast maze of myths where masks of gods are carved on monoliths. The star-eyed seraph with ten thousand arms, who hovers over garden of my faith, smiles at me with weird code of magic charms alerting me to presence of the wraith who wants to know if I am happy now while I play flute and lounge on the milk cow. I want to explore Immaculate Here which glows beyond last hill of singing trees so I can learn how to overcome fear while dancing with my wand in river breeze, then stand guard on the flat-top pyramid, performing job that goes unheralded. Contrary to argument of wise fools, Earth is not divided in rival parts of Mind and Matter, engineered by tools which we apply to analyze brain arts since nonexistent deities employ fear of destruction to activate joy. This silver-lighted wood of singing trees invites me to transcend my mortal frame, so I stand tall and issue weird decrees that brave explorers should invent the name as code which channels chaos of desire from howling cave clan to cathedral choir. Prime Mover who first animates each thing is dancing on the crest in wind-blown grass to manifest beauty of Earth in ring that binds similar objects in one class so we can talk about the truths we see in desperate bid to prove our souls are free. With weight of this dark earth upon my breast, I measure flow of time with ticking clock by chasing the sun across the sky, west ten thousand years, guided by the star rock, till I forget my original goal where perfection is the sense of being whole.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, December 16, 2024
Never Flow In Reverse
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Orpheus explains to class of students that time travel is impossible because we can never reverse the flow of every atom in the universe.
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