Dark Blue Constant Of Eternity © Surazeus 2023 07 01 The dark blue constant of eternity reflects the transient beauty of this life when I wake on the front lawn of my home to feel dawn light of atoms pierce my soul with austere terror of the natural world that confronts me with certitude of death. While standing still at center of Untime, feet tingling from coldness of dew-wet grass, I see young deer with sprouting fuzzy horns graze calmly with cautious intensity, so I whisper soft prayer of adoration to spirit of Cernunnos in my heart. With transitory abruptness of faith I study variable constant of change that factors growth in millions of events blooming as moments in Eternal Now through fleeting salience of ideal form which I record as psychic tropes in code. Based on summation of dream permanence, my observations photograph the flash of nameless ghosts across landscape of hope when I sense presence of organic beings who live and die in this confining space over the past four hundred million years. I gaze in Mirror of Eternity where I see this one particular me searching to understand nature of being composed of atoms swerving in the void as light beams that flare forth from the first flash to wake as conscious creatures on this globe. Our beautiful forms of chemical being proliferate through order of disorder across fertile geography of hope from fierce beginning spark of hungry angst that creates this present time of honest fear through multi-variable scope of respect. Along straight line of curving clarity my heart traverses contours of desire against limited tightness to transcend imagined terror of serenity through widening scope of ardent free will, though final vision eludes my quick grasp. Each day I walk fraught landscape of this world with focused mission to acquire content salient to survival of my frail mind where I encounter species with bright eyes as fragments of our universal soul which endures though our separate selves dissolve.
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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