Quasar Ghost Of Faith © Surazeus 2023 10 23 Alone in tangled mess of tree-born words, eyes bound by undulating rainbow waves, I dance with Dionysian passion to express explosive surge of manic energy disguised as fierce anxiety attack through haunting song about beauty of truth. Deep down in dark abyss of seething rage I feel black hole of psychic energy surge upward with volcanic lust for life till I translate its radiant scream of horror to sweet enchanting harmony of thought that beams through eerie melody of love. Strange passion sparked by lightning smile of hope fuels wild projection of my faceless soul through searing mask of crystal energy refracting concept of my conscious mind to beam ten billion light years into space so I become bright quasar ghost of faith. Enraptured by pure love for every soul who ever lives with conscious sense of self on every planet in the multiverse as flares of chemicals that sing with hope, I sing their names in epic tale of life as never-ending dream of cosmic soul. My song of life rings out in waves of light across clear crystal surface of time sea as one small theme in cosmic choir of love that radiates symphony of mental mirth, weaving all our bodies in cosmic soul to form vast tapestry of human worth. We radiate glowing energy of love as mental suns that nurture worlds of souls with tender compassion for hopes and dreams that motivate their quest for holy faith, so we give love with generous trust to all without expecting to be loved in turn. Though boundless darkness of eternity envelops our small universe of light expanding from first flash of the big bang to flare forth into galaxies of worlds, we fear not nothingness after we die for we shine bright with beauty while we live. Though gangs of people, frightened by blank death, kill each other to control strips of land that they claim is their ancestral birthright because their fathers came and killed the natives, we share this tiny planet lost in space, so we share feast of faith with maskless face.
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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