Essential Force Of Life © Surazeus 2023 09 05 As weight of time shifts through my ardent soul I touch conceptual light of candle flame to sense essential force of life in Earth that gives me strength to touch the edge of time where I pretend my body is more real than idol of my being your mind perceives. One with Celestial Body of mankind, I dance with ecstasy on windless plain, for demon pulsing in my sentient brain knows all other conscious demons on Earth who seek to overcome despair with mirth since at death nothing remains of the mind. I would follow wise seer inside my heart who never will declare finalities, for we shall wander signless roads of truth to find secret knowledge about ourselves so we know our strong capabilities and limits that focus our energies. Created into changing body form, I fall from Realm of Ideas to live contained in structure of this skeleton which I will animate with every choice that I express in actions of my words defining how I perform unique role. Soul light that glows inside my shell of flesh expands from White Whole of the Universe as atoms flashing matrix of this Earth for I am emanation of God Mind that radiates from its spinning iron core as Mother Sun perceives life through my brain. When I appear as man-god from the abyss as demon alien to my primal self, born from light before first flash of creation, I name myself First Father of Mankind as I sit firm on pyramid of skulls, wise prophet who can see how he will die. Long lion-fur cape blowing in sea wind, Zarathus reigns on pyramid of skulls, holding brass scepter and emerald sphere, then opens his mouth to speak words of wisdom which scribes compose on leather parchment scrolls for all mankind to read ten thousand years. But all his words of wisdom are now lost, destroyed by flames of meaningless despair when noble warriors of the desert waste burned down great Library of Alexandria, so no one knows what wise Zarathus taught, for all his prophecies have been fulfilled.
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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