Concept Of My Naked Brain © Surazeus 2023 02 09 Because I wake in darkness of the mind I invent insolent names for the rain while walking neverward on broken thoughts till mired in muddle of sweet loneliness I decide not to die in silent hope so I become mute flakes of falling snow. Soft dazzle of my shadow on red grass unclocks sudden consciousness of my brain too adequate for unsurrendered fate based on free will of my pretentious choice disdaining sound of clouds in timeless sky when summer sorrow stutters dream of waves. With promised pleasure midnight allocates for careless body that exudes regret that nothing comes from nothing in vast flow, reflecting multicolored thoughts of gods, I study how green sky distracts the sad by streaming hope on rays of honest fear. When I build absence from the wordless air to wave farewell with ornamental birds the strange new concept of the faceless name assembles lack of breath with zero luck submerged in shining passion of the eye pale blue as early morning sky that knows. Though seasons swirl in weary heresy behind closed blinds of fractured story stones we wear unspoken hopes in cloak of truth based on disastrous completeness of life to outlive myths our ancestors design with deviations from the changeless moon. Escaping empire of bland enmity that coddles hateful traitors to our cause, I build new ship of state from demon bones based on sidereal truthiness of love that shifts with fractal dust of hungry minds though we exchange coins to energize faith. From endless famine of the miracle that measures blood spilled in slaughter of faith I wake from vision of the doorless house waiting among ancient forgotten trees where I learn how to walk without my wings which I gave to oldest woman on Earth. I tear down grove of trees where I was born so I can build new paradise of fate in vain attempt to reclaim my lost self when I journey beyond the world I know which changes concept of my naked brain from angry young fool to the cosmic herald.
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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