Holy Scripture Of The Human Mind © Surazeus 2023 10 16 Though I have never seen lining dark lake in never-ending stream of twinkling stars that dancing host of golden daffodils which filled the heart of William with sweet bliss of solitude, I see them with my mind as if I wander with cloud of his soul. Though I would never have seen with my eye our whole spinning world in one grain of sand, nor sensed heavenly beauty in the flower, I see them now with vision of my mind because William placed in palm of my hand infinity encased in ideal truth. Though I saw petals on the wet black bough as nothing more than flowers sparkling dew, I see pale faces in the silent crowd traveling by train in vast city maze when Ezra displays them against blue sky as arcane symbol of humanity. Though I saw nothing more than fractured stone carved by some ancient hand to idolize perfected grace of the singer in man, Rainier reveals inner brilliance of love that dazzles my mind with translucent passion in torso of Apollo, so I change. Though I see clutter of material things scattered across rough landscape of this world, I learn to perceive their organized mess as half-assembled puzzle of lost myth through spectacles of spells that poets forge by melting words to form dream telescopes. Annoyed at our weird unfinished world view, sewn together in conceptual rough draft resembling stiff monster of Frankenstein, I redesign whole paradigm of truth as Golem my hands mold from clay of memes in which I breathe divine genius of life. Though I am near blind from decay of age and can no longer see this world of forms composed of atoms swerving in the void, I know with vast imagination dream Realm of Ideas through complex Zeitgeist encoded by ten thousand poets in verse. I hear in global choir of separate voices harmonious symphony of one world truth gleam bright from multi-eyed diamond of love that merges visions of eight billion brains in holy scripture of the human mind so I sense eternity in this hour.
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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