Mystery Of Conscious Death © Surazeus 2023 09 02 With mad obsession of the laughing flute I prance on vast stage of world theater to portray psychic agony of truth that we suppress with passion to transform demonic energy of conscious hope which fuels aggressive play evading death. Awake on time-shifting theater stage, my eyes behold weird drama humans play weaving bodies from passionate romance in fluttering fabric of soul-winged flesh as we incarnate children from our dreams who embody our program to succeed. Each time I step over threshold of faith and leap into dark void of nothingness my heart invents from paralyzing hope bold purpose with meaning my dreams design to organize actions of molding hands so we build empire from cathedral stone. Transformed from fragile mortal shell of flesh by undulating beacons of desire through vibrant waves of fertile honesty, I transform into new messiah sleuth to radiate divine energy of love as I float over children of the Earth. Conceptual demon of our primal soul that spirals from oval gyre of god mind beams pulsing waves of atoms in taut threads that spool vast matrix of our conscious brains in surging ocean tides of hungry lust so my body channels the cosmic herald. Ten thousand hungry demons from abyss of hollow hearts that buzz with angry love stream flashing spirals in galaxies of souls to swerve from programmed path of mindless fear and swirl compact in planet we call Earth that drives us to emerge from songless seas. On wingless horror of mind-buzzing ache I rise from sea of dreams at dawn of time, contained in limit of this mortal flesh as incarnation of the cosmic herald so I proclaim new order of the world united in one state of fractious tribes. As tides of social change that flood the Earth ebb from high passion of transforming pain my body glows with pleasure of weird song that beams in words I carve on temple walls then, silent under apple tree of knowledge, I contemplate mystery of conscious 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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