Beauty Of Each Soul © Surazeus 2023 05 29 When the star pool of our infinite eyes weighs my mortality with mirror stone I feel strange majesty of sparkling rain enhance frail nothingness of my soul being, so I sing elegies no one can hear for all the people killed in senseless wars. Though world of dreams I see in the star pool shimmers with limpid unrealness of faith I sense sweet beauty at horror of death reveal my body and soul in dark water where material otherness of my mind forms formless everything my words invent. I could with solid words of granite hope personify otherness of my mind to mirror virtual world of hidden truth so I join choir of angels who despair of ever singing the most perfect hymn that captures shocking discourse of the night. Should pure mind of infinity exclude encoded psalms of wisdom we compose soft roaring waves of the indifferent sea would still sing slow in harmony with death that gives me this brief life of anguished faith to here express my love for transient souls. Yet I fling fractured laughter at the night to taste conceptual horror unconstrained through puritanic taste for sordid laws with each titanic surge against blind time by which we fragile humans still insist we conquer death with art works we create. For we are shadow warriors for the truth, defending beauty of the messy mind against conservative demands of pride that we maintain strict control of each act so we will create, rather than destroy, lithe structures framing atoms as our souls. With elegant severity of faith through perceptive devotion to friendship, forged by mutual suffering of unfair pain, we search for meaning in random events to find conspiracy of mindless nature where only fatuous forces operate. Though physical form of my bodied soul will vanish in blank void of nothingness verbal reflection of my soul remains in silent flowing shimmer of mute words that celebrate strange beauty of each soul who ever lives in history of our world.
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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