How Humans Live Free © Surazeus 2023 08 05 In the bright morning of eternity I stand before the mirror of my face and contemplate flow of maternity as my ancestors come to each strange place and talk about how the Earth spins alone in the void of stars where we must atone. On the white sand shore of the timeless sea I walk in pale rose twilight of despair to laugh with joy at how humans live free confined within our singing sphere of air for I am my brain woven from white flame who sings weird secret of my public name. If God is real above our tiny globe, immense with loneliness of the wild cloud, then conscious passion of my psychic probe radiates in harmony with the world crowd who tell each other tales of life and death without unstable laughter of the breath. I dedicate this moment of insight to shadow of my soul in mirror eye who walks crowded city streets in moonlight to understand dream code of the blue sky which shines in raindrop on my blushing cheek as I ask each lost stranger what they seek. I float in starless waters of blind sleep to shine with wisdom of the long-dead god who whistles in dreamless void of the deep where seeds of love sprout from the fertile sod till I follow horses to far-off hills where daughter of the human-faced owl trills. While I ascend from darkness of the mind to open doors for homes on signless roads I forge dream key from theory I designed as humming shadow of old mushroom toads while robins in pear trees chirp three clear tones that wake brain serpents from frail garden stones. Since I evolved to angel from lake fish I step from mirror of my god-mask face to program concept of the cosmic wish I wield to conjure divine state of grace till every temple crumbles into sand and my body becomes dream of the land. Like all my fathers who once lived on Earth before me in the spinning of its dream I gesture my hands to analyze worth that I can measure from the mountain stream which flows from pumping of my hungry heart in patterns I map on my global chart.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, August 5, 2023
How Humans Live Free
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