Silence Of Indifferent Earth © Surazeus 2023 07 19 Since silence of the Earth speaks to my heart through vibrant pull of psychic energy I try to translate vision of its hope to words that conjure action I perform for I am glow of sunlight in my brain who sings till death mutes my despair with joy. With blast of fire from electrode of lust I weld enormous pillars of desire from god-steel bones of noble dinosaurs to construct grand temple to Sisyphus that looms with roofless arrogance of faith to demonstrate weight of love in my heart. In boundless field of blind organic ghosts I am pure absence of the Everything because completeness of my eyeless mask displays missing facts of analyzed love to prove I am absence of divine air when I progress through the wholeness of naught. When I employ brute force of naked fate to mold high walls of Heaven from Hell fire, though I am wounded by the words of lies, I wander in the waste land forty years to build republic of philosophers who rule through wisdom of enlightened love. Awake with darkness of the spinning Earth, I wade in muddy dreams of Ganga River to drink hot ash of the bodiless dead whose souls of chemical energy flare on lithe seraphic wings of hallowed hope to comprehend beauty before I die. When I emerge from river of the dead, baptized by holy blood of angry gods, I bow before Padma on her lotus throne whose fingers cause red flowers to explode from every flashing neuron of my brain so I feel every dreaming soul alive. But through epiphany of telephones screaming prophetic riddles of white crows the Earth asks me to remember her well so I ascend on time-warp wings of joy to worship our indifferent Earth with love for she creates me, and destroys me too. Thus I translate weird code of tweeting crows to narrate constant flow of molecules depicting history of the human race evolving from fish into eager gods who strive to overcome weakness of faith, inspired by silence of indifferent Earth.
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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