Great Nothing Of Truth © Surazeus 2023 01 10 Walking through ten thousand doors of desire, I search my heart for Great Nothing of truth so I can see the true nature of things composed of atoms in the clockwork orange which glows with spirit of the ringing word constructing concept of the dreamless mind. Reading stories of dead heroes in books, I search vast stores for Great Nothing of pride so I can understand how people feel when they struggle every day to survive by breathing spirit of the swirling word mapping weird concept of the nowhere land. Driving my car on the highway of hope, I search quaint towns for Great Nothing of fun so I can catch the angel in my arms who falls wingless from Tower of Rapunzel by translating spirit of the fake word veiling immortal concept of my soul. Preaching fiery sermon that God is dead, I search bibles for Great Nothing of faith so I can believe that nothing is real except for sparks of light in molecules which pulse with spirit of the holy word blasting planets with concept of true love. Floating over the ever-spinning Earth, I search untime for Great Nothing of trust so I can preserve memories of my cells that record lives my ancestors expressed in myths through spirit of the singing word weaving religion from concept of being. Sailing across the wild Atlantic Ocean, I search dark waves for Great Nothing of death so I can breathe anguish of broken hearts blooming with apple trees of honesty that harness spirit of the soaring word confounding puzzle concept of my brain. Inventing thoughts born from epiphany, I search dream tropes for Great Nothing of lies so I can build Castle of Liberty with stones of free will cut from caves of Hell which imitates spirit of the howling word revealing my face as concept of Who. Surprised by joy at rebirth of the sun, I search nature for Great Nothing of life so I can generate new conscious mind from immortal soul of my ideal genes programmed by code of the eternal word singing awake from God Mind of the sun.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, January 10, 2023
Great Nothing Of Truth
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