Born From Weird Passion © Surazeus 2023 09 23 Born from weird passion of the singing sea, deep in misty mountains of Zathamar, I forge from horror of death love-bright key to open dream door of the god-mind star through which I soar to Earth of flowing soul as wingless angel sprung from the White Whole. Wearing weird mask I steal from mirror hall haunted by ghosts of our Many-Faced God, I dance with joyful angst in waterfall that molds my body from pungent Earth sod, for god-soul of the universe glows bright through my brain as atoms of timeless light. As temporary embodiment of light pulsing with atoms in my dreaming brain which focus fractal beam of inner sight, I channel straight immortal voice of rain through eerie song of wild harmonious faith by which I emanate the cosmic wraith. I am no more than fragile flame of thought, composed of memories my ancestors dream, that gleams between eternities of nought till I dissolve again in atom stream as water sparkling in wordless sunrays when I evolve into my mortal phase. Though I am conscious of myself alive in this temporary body of frail flesh, to sing as wingless angel of world hive, my spirit disappears in global mesh to become other bodies born from love woven by light beams from the sun above. With ancient astral magic of my brain, that swells in waves of pleasant agony, I surf conceptual mirror of sweet pain when I transcend frame of mortality to kiss strange person I love beyond death whose starry eyes share startled trusting breath. Though I cannot remember how our souls are born from prime conception of dream seed, we play social drama through psychic roles in sacred garden of romantic creed that spells weird riddle of true love we share to transmit essence of the Everywhere. Born from dream-flashing shadow of my heart as mind-embodied soul of Zathamar, I code my journey on dream-riddle chart so I can explore whole world in my car, and sing weird vision flashing in my mind to praise beautiful Earth atoms designed.
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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