Words Entombed In Books © Surazeus 2023 06 10 The way I think is natural to my mind but others seem to think my view is weird though I can only see this teeming world with eyes my ancestors forged in their dreams while standing in brutal light of the rain to taste metallic sorrow of blind faith. Repressing horror that we all will die, I unzip wings from aching shoulder blades and soar above brick buildings on deep breath with fierce intention to transcend my self while drowning in the restless sea of truth which lifts me so high I can only fall. Through mortal godhood of my aching flesh I seek to preserve in strict tomb of words immortal soul of lightning born from stars that writhes with hot demonic energy through flashing nerves of honest lust to live which urges me to leap abyss of fear. My body rots into these spells I write so tangled matrix of my fractured mind preserves confusing visions of my brain in fictive stories bleeding from my eyes so we remain as words entombed in books long after time dissolves our souls to dust. I am not that marble idol in church that poses frozen in elegant grace, forever gesturing toward eternal sky while strumming soundless strings on static harp and singing one conceptual hum of truth with mute intensity of sublime myth. Awake with awed surprise on hill of skulls, I sing cosmic elegy for the self that dies again with every passing hour as sunlight beams sharp rays of agony through pulsing passion of my naked soul though I float nameless on surging sea waves. I only feel free when I am alone because each atom flashing in my soul, composed from web of buzzing neural wires, beams from first flash that flares forth from God Eye at godless creation of time-spun space to glow within me as the Divine Mind. I am alive in shining of the water, immortal supersoul in every brain of every creature who has ever lived and will live in the spinning of our world, so I enclose myself inside my brain to dream reality through poems I sing.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, June 10, 2023
Words Entombed In Books
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