Because I Know Nothing © Surazeus 2023 07 29 Because I know nothing, Socrates smirks, I am incarnation of god on Earth since I will return to dust in the wind because my body emerged from the sea, for I would rather rule my mind with love that rule nations of men with fist of knowledge. With cheerful wisdom of my joyful heart I savor passionate being of my soul as I conform to common human pattern with fluid performance of self-control that channels energy of lust to breed through constructive rites of honest respect. When spirit of wisdom on lightning wings leaps from darkness of contemptuous crowds I wake in cave of illusions to keep the jealous keys that Truth forged from despair which unlock her eternal doors for souls who seek the stolen treasure of our hearts. To burst circumference of the reading mind through recurrence of harmonious thought I record perception of active minds through observation of regular modes expressing music of essential love with metric dancing of elegant faith. Though I long fear to contemplate my death when time erases my bright consciousness from vibrant swirling of our global play, I shall relax and live each day with joy for Mother Nature, who created me, will teach me how to die with charming smile. Though hordes of men with passionate beliefs battle in cyberspace to define truth, I lounge in candle-lit tower of faith with Rapunzel, my love who combs her hair, to contemplate weird mystery of our being, and write fairy tales about haughty kings. Because I wear gold mask of modesty to prove my humble attitude of faith I simulate concern for loyalty while painting virtual world of pretty dreams, fractured with mirror that reflects God Face my eyes project at vast indifferent sky. Every perspective on reality that men can focus their attentive minds extends how I view world of changing forms as fluid energies bound with ideas when strict patterns constrain chaotic matter, Socrates grins, then drinks wine from the grail.
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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