Redisbecoming Who I © Surazeus 2023 06 10 Redisbecoming who I think I am, we multiply our selves across the land to concept void from matter undisclosed through universal thought we organize that reassembles shattered minds of gods who wake as humans struggling to survive. Through dream inclusion of unmeasured hope, based on pronoun of choice we meditate, we choose ancestors who would represent exsocial values forged in heat of wrath impossible to replicate through words as we assimilate colonial we. From self-estrangement of soul lineage we translate dreams with special rhythmic tunes based on edition of the sacred truth including various lyres long undeterred by thought plurality excluding we who contradict our stated principles. Collective self we mask with characters, conceived by frantic faith in singing skulls, decides to sing in glow of morning light that stripes illusions from unpainted walls containing tales that only children tell who give each other masks they hate to wear. From self-erasure I invent myself with process chartered by the faceless god that deconstructs first person singular so we become my ego formalized through exponential issues unexpressed by haughty jesters wearing social masks. With splintered images of mirrored minds, spilled from pure broken vessels, redesigned by bookless pirates stealing tales of fools, we must interrogate why we are born from vacant heart of consciousness at dawn through complex figuration of false names. I am anthology of other selves imagined by my isolated brain which contradicts old doctrine of the soul, assumed more difficult at crack of thought that only bears itself on open roads between bright portals of now-unlocked doors. To mobilize this we-the-people mind, that motivates my project to control effective program through the global state, I branch my brain to become every soul who ever lives in history of the Earth with multivalent body I become.
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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