One Radio Wave © Surazeus 2022 01 05 When my soul dissipates to nothingness I become every soul who ever lives on every planet in the universe since our brains connect on one radio wave. I strum on discordant harp of my heart to radiate love from spinning core of Earth. When I erase myself in Garden of Eden with pistol pressed against my heaving breast no wingless angel of electric wires will fly from Glow Cloud to rescue my soul. I dance in sorrow on the rainless plain to forge new body from relentless pain. When I spend glimmer of purpose with faith to transcend sorrow of my marvelous life on flapping wings of mirrored consciousness I wake with blaze of visionary scope. I breathe enormous passion of the sea while rising from thick mud with star-dream key. When I singe my wings on the burning bush while wrestling demon of my hungry heart I beam magnetic otherness of me beyond this fragile shell of mortal coils. I grasp ripe apple from the Tree of Life to feast in the temple where no god dwells. When I cleanse aggressive hate from my heart to shield my soul from arrows of despair I study mysterious word on wild water to comprehend my ancient erased self. I embrace with warm compassion of my arms uncanny beauty of your cosmic charms. When I paint faces of gods on glow clouds to waken dreaming creature of the sea I trap the fabled beast in flow of time to observe the world from tower of words. I sing every wounded song of the world on the bridge from which books of dreams are hurled. When I think thoughts before I play the role while dreaming true love on the summer hill with plangent singing of owls in the tree I beget my head with religious loins. I improvise idea of my soul threading through labyrinth of the White Whole. When I fall in love with fierce Ariadne, transforming from rage of the Minotaur, I wake as Theseus on cold city street, huddled in cold wind while strumming guitar. I follow Golden Way of honest truth while wearing glass mask of messiah sleuth.
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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