Adam Living In America © Surazeus 2023 08 13 With simple photo of the beautiful moon he proves his legal right to live for truth, yet every human on this spinning Earth must live alone with passion of their heart as keeper of their divine inner light that glows in darkness of uncertain times. Transcendent oneness of all human souls weaves all our memories of primeval pain in global matrix of morals that binds our lonely minds with world religious faith that something of our selves may live forever, though we all vanish to nothing at death. When he commits to theory of desire through creative action of hungry hands based on motivation of finite hearts, he builds eternal Heaven of delight on ever-shifting foundations of change which constitutes material forms we are. Yet he walks crowded streets of Gotham City with subtle passion not quite consonant in tune with vast community of ghosts as nameless persons haunting empty homes though he attempts to conceive in his mind integral oneness of humanity. As Adam living in America he wanders homeless crowded city streets with no great purpose for his right to live except to treasure pain of suffering that motivates his rise from grave of fear to search for paradise no longer there. More like bright Lucifer with shining heart who fell from grace in the company force for failing to achieve projected profits, drunk Adam sits before the bankrupt bank to beg for dollars from the not-yet fired who hurry past to join their friends for drinks. While watching nameless strangers racing past, he feels at one with all humanity with aching loneliness of grim despair till, slinking with lean cats in alleyways, he argues with the crippled ballerina about which movie star deserves the prize. Alive in shimmer of the winter sun, old bearded Adam in the Evening Land declares intention to just be himself, awake with primal passion of that god who once strolled Earth with confident desire, then lies down with dreariness of his grief.
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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