Stone Who Sings © Surazeus 2023 01 29 I am the individual soul of time, water incarnate in body of flesh who feels itself awake in glow of light that shimmers in buffeting wind of hope through swirling pattern of conceptual love as my brain evolves from the Stone Who Sings. I blossom into god I dream I am based on potential latent in my being which I design with every life I grow for I have been alive in coil of genes four hundred million years of spinning Earth, therefore I name myself the Stone Who Sings. I lack bold words of comfort to express empathy for how other people feel which swells from vibrating core of my heart in surging tides of compassionate love which motivates these tragic songs of hope bleeding from hard heart of the Stone Who Sings. I mold this mortal body of my brain from timeless concept of my divine self that fractals from immortal soul of genes which deathless mother weaves from dust of stars then gives me name to anchor me in time which always translates as the Stone Who Sings. I am the shapelessness of timeless glow that slithers through the endless maze of myths as transient bodies my ancestors wear till I wake in this body I am now amazed at journey of my genes through time till this hour I become the Stone Who Sings. I am the weird fabricator of light programming how my mind perceives the world each time I perform the mind-leap of faith when we meet face to face on stage of hope and give each other names that make us real since I emanate from the Stone Who Sings. I wait with moon owl in library hall to catch the wingless angel in my arms when she smiles shyly after kissing me because we like to read forgotten tale about lovers who meet by random chance to generate soul of the Stone Who Sings. I wander lost in labyrinth of my dreams where ghosts of my ancestors call my name till I enter door of the home I build filled with ten thousand books of poetry that record beautiful horror of life based on lonely love of the Stone Who Sings.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, January 29, 2023
Stone Who Sings
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