Weird Spirit Of This Land © Surazeus 2023 05 30 Weird spirit of this land calls out to me from voice of cars on highway of desire to explore fertile country of the free and sing as part of her heavenly choir, but I sit alone in numberless home, scribbling riddles in ancient leather tome. Weird spirit of this land remembers why we wander lonely as the glowing cloud to search for conscious mind in empty sky who puppeteers minds of the fearful crowd till we break free to manage our own fate then unify beliefs in global state. Weird spirit of this land recalls my name while I sit dreaming on high hill of skulls, then commissions me to master the game that empowers me to transcend state rules so I confirm my soul with self-control as star-singing fragment of the White Whole. Weird spirit of this land defines the truth through energy of psychic character in bold avatar of messiah sleuth who reincarnates mind of Lucifer so I bear light of wisdom to the world as humble servant of the cosmic herald. Weird spirit of this land programs my brain with fierce celestial synergy of faith which molds my mind from soil of Aquitaine, inspired by Muse of our terrestrial wraith to build grand temple of our global queen with narrative that fuels the soul machine. Weird spirit of this land calculates path with global positioning system vibe to oppose tyrants blind with greedy wrath and build democracy for one world tribe to share resources of this fragile globe which I perceive with divine astrolabe. Weird spirit of this land conceives our souls by weaving atoms into neural net which conjures virtual world from chemicals encoded with memes of dream epithets that shine as lamp of truth in gloom of time to guide our souls as we evolve from slime. Weird spirit of this land calls me to rise from surging ocean waves of eager love and swim from darkness to clear shining skies where my mother smiles in fruit tree above, so I give apple to my true soul mate who walks with me safe through the open gate.
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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