Hundred Billion Eyes © Surazeus 2023 06 16 I see this world through hundred billion eyes from angled obfuscation of weird words since sphere of nature is composed of sparks that flash in quick atomic strings of light to writhe with agony of lust inside my brain through urgent passion to transcend despair. Though currents of the Universal Being cease not to circulate through my one being my eyes perceive dark luminosity that beams from emanating thoughts of hope, spawned first at center of the universe, and still glows pulsing in cells of my soul. With mathematic ebb and flow of waves that sing to me in golden light of dawn I wake from timeless darkness of my mind to feel cold breath of blind eternity swirl slow around my body on the beach so I feel roundness bloom in everything. Wild sea wind blows thick sheets of sparkling sand against blind wall of aching innocence that spurs dark nature in my hungry heart to seek for hidden treasure of the gloom that bears sweet loneliness of fervid love behind glass mask of anger my soul wears. Though on the shining beach of Mother Night, I sense the volatile respect of faith that speaks to my soul from dark mountain cave where visions showing human history glow on jagged walls of honest prophecy which I record with my blood in Dream Book. I gather stones of wisdom with sore hands to build high tower on the wave-washed shore so I can guard with death the precious lives of fragile people with observant eyes who follow me on winding mountain trail when we explore lush meadows of sweet fruit. Because you are the not-me of my heart that sees this world from angle of slant light I walk across bright sea marsh of my hope around vast sphere of diminishing air to stand on steep rim of the crater lake and gaze with bold fear in the empty stark. Since spirit of the Earth I sense in me glows inside every object that exists I feel my fragile soul part of the all that pulses in the mountain and the sea, so we hold hands with scintillating trust to see ourselves through hundred billion eyes.
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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