Born From Agony Of Stars © Surazeus 2023 06 14 The self I lost speaks from holes in the ground with God-woven tongues of angels who know how we are born from agony of stars sired by the primal spirit of the Earth who wakes from fullness of atomic light in bodies resurrected from her womb. Holding in divine breath of the White Whole, before creation ruptures from dark void in the beginning when Heaven and Earth swell full from waiting of intense desire, I feel my body grow from egg of time as I evolve from fish to wingless angel. Startled awake at sudden gnostic call that rings with subtle wind across rock vale, I rise from shadow of the dreaming cave to kneel and cup my hands in sparkling stream so I can drink cold snow-white blood of Earth that urges me to sing with wordless joy. After leaving Hell with shining gem of truth I conceal my face with gold helmet mask and climb high mountain road toward silent pines to stand before Valhalla with my harp, but feasting hall groans silent in sad wind, filled with skeletons that dance in starlight. With psychic transumption of buzzing dreams I replicate my mind in prolix code, deceiving seekers of conceptual truth with sweet illusion of the afterlife through sensual mimesis of soul rebirth based on strict calculation of desire. Despite facticity of hopeful prayer by which frail humans approach empty sky to comprehend strange otherness of self, I choose to wear bodies of dead ancestors who programmed how my brain perceives the world so I transcend my name my mother speaks. When currents of the Universal Being course through the tangled neurons of my brain I become nothing who understands all for I am Transparent Eyeball of love who dreams first flash flaring forth from God Mind in Whole Motion of my life to the grave. With concentric gold circle of my brain that ripples slow across the silver pool in harmony with rings of blooming trees, I tremble forth as demon born from me to play my role on stage of spinning time when I kiss dazzle of eternity.
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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