Center Of The White Whole © Surazeus 2023 06 15 Though I see nothing I am everything that surges through my body from the stars for all the atoms that pulse in my brain are old and perfect as the universe so I consider radiance of the Eye that dreams me from center of the White Whole. Since nature spirals into perfect balls that streak on angel wings across the void I feel ephemeral surface of my mind extend perceptive telescope of I to signify new genesis of self that rotates at center of the White Whole. While wading into swirling waves of time I fear I lose my soul identity dissolving body of my aching mind to pure round drops of water shining clear with spark of every soul who ever lives reborn from vast center of the White Whole. When I turn toward eternity of night I tell indifferent ocean my true name but abyss of sorrow swallows my words so I become the dreamless wind of truth that dances slow on unremembered seas that fountain from center of the White Whole. As eyeless monster of the lonely world Nature rises from my bottomless heart and howls at fragile flicker of my soul because I dare to sing with my faint voice my humble melody at storm of death that hurls me to center of the White Whole. I ebb with restless tides of hungry death embodied by vast sea of surging lust with bright prismatic fragments of my dreams congealing memories of my search for truth in tale that narrates my struggle to live as I fall to center of the White Whole. When darkness snuffs the fragile beams of light that weave my aching body from star stuff I kiss lips of Death, my beautiful bride, who gives me new name she hears in the wind when I sink formless in her global arms to be one with center of the White Whole. When timeless radiance of the universe that beams from Transcendental Self of God possesses my body with glow of love I feel my mind wake in billions of brains who see their faces in my mirror eyes that reflect our center of the White Whole.
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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