I Make My Self © Surazeus 2023 05 29 When I lurch forth on my journey of life I do not find myself, I make my Self from fragments of memories blind angels lost to piece together my own character from tattered spirits of old undead gods till I become weird idol of my soul. Though the endlessly winding road of life which I walk to find Promised Land of dreams is not marked with signs of mystical truths I blaze my trail against heavenly walls by leaping over obstacles of faith because I love roaming lost in Wonderland. I find strange people, living in each town that clutter vibrant states of honest hope, awake with special personalities encoding psychic tropes in social keys they use to open doors in maze of myths to find safe haven from despair of truth. Strange personality of every person I meet on journey of my life in Wonderland glows bright with zestful energy of hope to print their name in Chronicle of Truth by living large against cruel tyranny through vital Spirit of Democracy. Through fierce expression of our own free will we swell large against limits of the law to grow beyond our mortal human selves as we transcend our frail humanity through bold apotheosis our love sparks to become gods blazing in void of death. With vigorous song of exuberant passion we dance in cold indifferent rain of time to glow with dazzling beauty of our souls through dynamic agency of rich lust defined by diverse styles of luscious joy fueled by suffering of existential angst. So many unique people in this world vibrate with vivid compassion of love from strange attractive ache of lonely faith that my heart swells with tranquil adoration because I savor beauty their eyes beam which lights eternal darkness with brief life. As I approach dark tomb where I will lie no longer conscious through eternal night I scatter memories of my blazing brain as seeds encoded deep in tangled verse so I become mute ghost in words of books conjured only when strangers read my poems.
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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