Spirit In The Earth © Surazeus 2023 05 22 Everywhere I have been on road of life has lead me to this place where I am now so I become the shining breath of being which beams from spinning core of ardent hope to light my way through darkness of despair though death will plant my spirit in the Earth. Double to presence of opening time with arrogant flow of thought-spirit climb, we search for paradise our minds invent based on clutter of memorial content that renders beauty true as honest dare since death will plant my spirit in the Earth. Still moving forward on the signless road past countless houses bright with inner light, I wonder who dwells in each frame of thought since they must feel as conscious as I feel which inspires me to map the Everywhere till death will plant my spirit in the Earth. Every ancestor who invented me through passionate play of forgotten lives writhes in my nerves with serpentine desire to transcend nothingness of passing time yet still we lose everyone we adore as death will plant my spirit in the Earth. Through static entropy of dream decay we store our visions of future events in unlocked cabinet above the stove while seeking closure from traumatic play as we sing with the sympathetic void when death will plant my spirit in the Earth. Now I die fluent in the silent tongue while steering frail boat on river of tears, transforming into flow of endless truth that smells pungent as timeless innocence, lacquered with blood fountaining from my heart for death will plant my spirit in the Earth. Everything that happens in history happens to me each time my soul is born as genes evolving from light of the sun when I record exploits of manic gods who crumble into shadows of Blue Sky, yet death will plant my spirit in the Earth. Eerie cries of angst bursting from my heart transform into ravens with lightning eyes who explain what options I have to choose how I will live my one wild precious life till I compose new scriptures that reveal why death will plant my spirit in the Earth.
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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