World Of Changing Things © Surazeus 2023 09 26 Alienated from this world of solid things, I float on lambent breath of hungry trees through iridescent thoughts of angel wings that waft conceptual body on slow breeze of jeweled pulsing from atomic eyes till I tumble wingless from klaxon skies. Attentive to perceive conceptual spark that radiates from core of essential state, I howl harmonious trill from divine quark that wakes inside my brain to navigate confusing landscape in vast city maze through which I must evolve to the next phase. Archaic torso of Apollo veils immortal soul of genes I incarnate as I ascend psychological scales to find God glowing with celestial weight in singing skull of Orpheus, supreme with polytropic tricks in the quest meme. Awake with polyvalent attitude, which complicates my social character with ever-shifting mask in clever mood, I strut on global stage as Lucifer who brings light of salvation to the lost, holy survivors of the holocaust. Articulate with world of changing things, I organize perceptions in neat rows to categorize ideas through rings of language coding concepts for stage shows where humans struggle with conceptual gods, hoping in vain to overcome all odds. Adaptive measures to evade mute death prove helpful well enough to survive now, so I relax and meditate with breath that inspires my heart to comprehend how I can maintain food-production machine through empire ruled by sons of Melusine. Authentic spirit of the Warrior Woke, which motivates my quest to share the Grail, guides my journey to garden of the oak where seven ravens worship the White Whale whose beauty embodies the cosmic soul that spirals from God Eye of the White Whole. Auspicious portents dreamed by oracles, who walk barefoot on highways of swift cars, reveals our souls are sparked by chemicals through mental engines of atoms from stars that cause our conscious minds to glow with love in cosmic vision of the ocean cave.
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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