Controlling The Force © Surazeus 2023 07 02 Since I fall in love with Angel of Death every morning when I wake up from dream I smile at her with joy she is alive, for I see bright in black void of her eyes every galaxy in the universe flashing with beauty from glow of her brain. Together walking on the misty heath we fill baskets with raspberries of Seem from damp thickets by the road to survive on shocking beauty of dark blood-smeared skies so with pungent breath of oaks break the curse that opens portal of truth in moon rain. While I construct our home from broken wood my lovely bride, the Angel of Death, tends garden of herbs with tomatoes and squash, though ghosts of our children glow on the pond where light creates the russet curve of time on which we stage our sad romantic play. Gargantuan wisdom of the mountain rood looms over meadow where the river bends halfway to Heaven, though blind angels wash bodies of dead children sad demons spawned from ghostly beauty of sweet ocean slime incarnate in lonely humans who pray. Along quaint gravel path where yarrows bloom nine liquid snakes discuss theology preserved by toxic positivity engaged by pollutants from factories erected on Garden of Eden graves deep in rancid estuaries of faith. I throw truth stones at shifting veil of gloom to study fortune of astrology deboned with fertile negativity still energized by psychic batteries which help me translate song of ocean waves though fireworks illuminate the dream wraith. As bird of magic with wings of desire the Angel of Death sews new leather coat for me to wear in Parliament of Fools because our words explode with flash of truth revealing fountain of life as the source from which we bloom into organic beings. With radical amazement of the choir I sing to crownless empress on the boat who commissions me to open new schools where children can learn from messiah sleuth psychic secret for controlling the Force that flows as dreaming molecules in things.
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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