Fierce Energy Of Hope © Surazeus 2023 09 21 When I leave behind busy city streets that teem with people fulfilling their needs, I wait not for angelic muse of light to lead me down to cavern by the sea where star-eyed Solitude on barren beach reveals weird otherness of my mute soul. Trudging past skeleton of Cerberus with rusty harp of Mercury I found, I follow trail Orpheus never marked to find skull of Hades on iron throne where no shadowy spirits haunt my heart with whispered wisdom of the Singing Snake. At shocking presence of the Other Soul, which I cannot see with light of the moon, gazing at me from mirror of the pool that hides bottomless abyss of my mind, I feel wordless terror of nothingness after death strike my heart with honest truth. Too sublime with fierce energy of hope, despair at beauty of strict ordered world, disordered by hard words I dare to speak in vain attempt to describe inner essence, flashes through my body with waves of sparks that buzz my brain with holy vibe of dread. Through otherness of the numinous soul, that seems to glow from objects I perceive, I almost sense transcendent cosmic mind that gazes down at me from faceless sky and seems aware that I exist in form of fragile flesh that struggles to survive. Yet with stark laughter of hard gusting wind, that lashes jagged rocks with foaming waves of honest passion to comprehend truth, I realize no unbodied divine mind watches me perform rituals of my life with comforting compassion of dead parents. Alone on jagged rock spinning in space, crowded with fierce hungry organic creatures fighting each other to eat or be eaten, I savor strange beauty that emanates from pulsing core of atoms in my brain which envelops all with bright consciousness. Because my body is woven with atoms, that spiral from first flash of the big bang then swirl into planets that nurture life, I feel my soul at one with Everything that exists in material form of light, so I hum hymn in harmony with death.
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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