Guard Of Goddess Liberty © Surazeus 2022 12 12 The sea-lark twitters on the heap of stones where dawn-yellow waves ripple over bones to wake my aching heart from reverie searching for her face in faint memory because she is worth far more than my love yet I keep Earth to regain wealth above. Sprawled on my belly in the blazing heat, while ocean waves try to tickle my feet, I contemplate how I evolve from slime as wingless angel of the never time, yet face of Miranda enchants my soul so I center her love as my new goal. Elusive sunbeams snagged on spider webs reveal my wounded heart as the tide ebbs just as I realize that the words I speak create romantic happiness I seek, so I call to Miranda by pear tree that only her love can set my soul free. Caressing my cheek with her gentle hand, since Tree of Life secures me with love band, Miranda tries to teach me how to sing, and deep in my heart I feel angel wing empower my fragile body with Star Force so I follow Dream River to its source. Miranda molds my body from wet clay with healing fingers that define the way my spirit flows through vessels of my mind to nourish body my mother designed so I break free from tree trunk of desire to express my love by strumming bone lyre. While standing on mountain top of far sight I study beauty of things in sunlight, amazed at complex structures forms attain when atoms spiral joy from splash of rain, and then I see this strange world was not made by hand of God because all life will fade. With breath of passion flowing from my heart I expand beyond boundaries of the chart to break free from the Caliban I was through epiphany of the Primal Cause, then grow into the Jesus I would be to reign as Guard of Goddess Liberty. Our deathless mother in the primal sea designs our brain and eyes we use to see by weaving chemicals in gene segments from molecules of hydrothermal vents so we incarnate in children we dream as we journey along the sparkling stream.
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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