How My Brain Dreams © Surazeus 2023 08 09 The weird way birds express desire to live explains prime mover of the universe whose first cause generates how my brain dreams, so I open star door of my childhood to walk ten thousand roads of nameless ghosts which measures quiddity of my true self. If apple nectar gleams in silver grail I will sit by Dream Fountain in the park to play conceptual tunes on blind guitar and sing about the man with burning eyes who studies nature of atomic coils to find prime mover of the universe. The only boy who never swims the sea waits by library in sun-sparkling rain to see the girl who plays the violin steal apples from wise serpent in the tree because he wants to protect her from harm as if our lives have meaning till we die. Though colors of the rainbow ask me why this chance to live was granted by blind fate I choose to walk the endless road of pride, moved by prime mover of the universe to build paradise in this family home where my children project their agile minds. This new mode sunning in the timeless past refreshes concept of my aching heart that longs to push glass boulder up the hill then gaze with love at my uncanny face which smiles at me from mirror of my mind since many voices speak out through my mouth. Thus clutter of my dreams on ocean floor should urge my journey nowhere past my home where blank chart of my arrogant routine roots for unmoved obtrusion of desire how I use my aimlessness to assert absurd assurance of strange memory. Before my mental fathoming of spring I should evade conceptual stance of Death who strikes to twist strong current of my soul so I accept decay as natural when I imagine forms matter can take through treasured passion of quotidian games. Through constant arrival of my desire that storms the castle of my hungry heart I empty heart of superimposed chimes when I become vast ocean which contains each conscious spirit who has ever lived on every planet in our universe.
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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