Control Chaos Of Desire © Surazeus 2023 07 27 At this brief hour of eyes enhanced with light I see vast swirl of bright eternity in subtle motion stars assert to shine immense compassion of indifferent love because my body pulses with desire inherent deep in atoms of my brain. Yet final form of change we all endure as quick organic patterns of desire is death that breaks our bodies into sparks that still remember first flash of all life which spirals wide from conscious eye of hope awake at center of our universe. As emanation of immortal light that dreams each conscious mind who ever lives on every planet in the universe, I feel each atom pulsing in my brain as flash of memory from dazed dawn of time when I become aware I am alive. Alive on windy beach of shocking light, halfway between loud roaring ocean waves and gentle mountains calm with blooming trees, I walk along weird sparkling river flow to find cave of illusions in my heart where I first give myself this name I wear. Six million years I walk lush river shores one thousand times around the spinning Earth while eating fruit I pluck from humming trees that fuels my fierce ambition to acquire true knowledge about the nature of things which I measure with every word I speak. Alone in library with ten thousand books written by bold hands of people long dead, I feel conscious awareness of their brains, though long vanished in indifferent wind, glow bright again in visions of my brain so all their wisdom programs how I know. Mute ghost of every writer who once lived haunts me as I gaze out window of time and watch epic of human history play tragic comedies of men who play God hoping to control chaos of desire as they go mad that death will claim us all. Beneath my feet as I traverse the world I feel the solid ground of timeless truth from whole foundation of facts I can trust for they are always real with measured proof whether or not I may choose to believe, so I record my dreams before I die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, July 27, 2023
Control Chaos Of Desire
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