Seraph Of Freedom © Surazeus 2024 12 28 Alone in sprawling city maze of myths, where billions of people live in one dream, Shekhinah sings solemn hymns no one hears that vibrate invisible waves of love to weave our minds in tapestry of faith so everyone sings in world harmony. Spreading white angelic swan wings with hope, which swirl around her body in bright flames, Shekhinah floats over city of towers, tall radiant seraph with star-diamond eyes who beams stream of atoms as chemicals that energize our brains with dreams of love. Old woman on the park bench by the elm opens her eyes, blinking in evening light, to watch children play on the jungle gym while their mothers discuss psychology, then raises her old wrinkled hand to shade sunrays that glimmer with angelic form. Breathing deep to savor sweet scent of flowers, old woman grunts from the effort to rise, then shuffles slowly with cute families who stroll around the lake in evening glow as thousands of lights on trees and wire frames flash on to illuminate all their souls. Struggling to walk as she leans on her cane, old woman with white hair and silver eyes walks ten thousand years around the lake while children run past, lithe young girls skip, and sweet lovers take selfies with eye-phones, who swirl around her in blur of desire. Though I am not sure as sun on the lake if I am still alive this dazzling hour, I feel immortal spirit of pure light emanate from each beat of my old heart, for I remember when mankind first rose from Lake of Dreams to eat from Tree of Life. I see you coming for me now, blind Death, she whispers as young boy on swift skateboard collides with old woman among the crowd which knocks her back so hard she cracks her head and bleeds holy spirit on the sidewalk till Phoebus cradles her head with his coat. Police arrest the young boy for manslaughter, while thousands of people from everywhere attend funeral of the lonely old woman who floats above them as Seraph of Freedom, spreading white angelic swan wings with hope that energize our hearts with songs of love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, December 28, 2024
Seraph Of Freedom
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury at the funeral of Shekhinah held on grim winter evening before the fall of the American Empire.
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