God Eye Pool © Surazeus 2023 07 28 Because of how flow of chaos figure eight defines expressive bloom of my true face I now can navigate road of my fate so I win award of my psychic race to transcend fear of death that cripples me with mental wings on which I will fly free. Yet always off high wall of solitude I fall nine days and nights to hollow Hell when I enforce will through my attitude to dig till I release energy well that fuels my journey to the Promised Land where I build Heaven with my bleeding hand. On lotus bloom in realm of singing stars I conjure swirls of energy through light to gather fragments of atomic bars composing coils of souls in nameless sprite so I incarnate divine seed of truth through cauldron egg as world messiah sleuth. Deep down in mirror world of God Eye Pool I draw reverse concept of deathless mind to weave immortal soul of genes with tool of spinning gears that molds mask love designed though pulsing beams of energy vibrate through vital channel my words conjugate. Through complex gestures of projective force my fingers spool intact galactic wraith with fractal spirals mapping astral course to aggregate new souls with dreamless faith in children born from lust to savor life programmed to solve challenge of the death strife. From timeless void of God Eye Pool we flow as flashing fountain from the big bang burst to flare forth singing from first flash we know as humming radiance into worlds dispersed till we wake awed on star-eyed lake of Dreams inspired to construct language of love seems. So we hold hands in grove of apple trees in luminescent vales of loyal grace to generate new children by degrees evolving now beyond the human race as wingless angels in grand social choir who channel hope through artistic desire. Through children we create from soul of genes we gain eternal life beyond our death when we assemble chemical machines preserving deathless mother of one breath who beams from first flash of the golden rule to animate our minds in God Eye Pool.
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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