Act As Their Life Guide © Surazeus 2019 03 05 What strange eternal sense of consciousness is this that spirals flushing through my brain quaint sparks of angst to pangs of happiness which shimmer from my eyes in drizzling rain? No angels glow around us in swirled air nor devils lurk to hurt is in grim gloom, so I never expect life to be fair nor hide terrified in my silent room. I walk in shadow of nothing to find, sketched clear in geometric formulas, that clock machinery of our human mind which vibrates archetypal orchestras. This frantic drama of genetic wires we swerve to escape emotional scenes springs flashing bright from frustrated desires, so we wander to puzzle what it means. On every planet in our universe do tetrapods with brains served by two eyes evolve as natural forms for molecules to generate from strict chemical phase? Are we humans, thriving on planet Earth, standard patterns inherent to strict shape that carbon molecules will generate, or are we random accidents of fate? I smell sweet scent of electric recharge sparkling in cool air after wild storm rain, and feel my ancient spirit swelling large to expand glow of truth beyond my brain. These children of my genes walk by my side around the lake with dreams of history because I want to act as their life guide to perform with justice and liberty.
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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