Frail Leaf In The Wind © Surazeus 2023 12 07 As nothing more than frail leaf in the wind, I float with busy crowd on Friday evening whose faces glow orange in cold sunset fire which writhes with agony at joy of being when I expand on mushrooms from my mind to become ghost in the telephone wire. Though human faces melt into the sea to flash as spirits through the spiral ring, which coils from first flash at the dawn of time, I will transcend this world on breathing wing through complex riddles of the psychic key encoding how my soul evolves from slime. As gleam of sunlight on the river stone vibrating half-awake with cosmic ting, I swim through currents of pneumatic thought with labyrinthine eye of curious unseeing that programs bardic skill in my blind clone who calculates truth through romantic plot. Since sad demonic angels rise from death on whispered words of hope from thermal spring, we transform bodies from mother to child when we evolve with love from benzene ring as cosmic consciousness of holy breath based on immortal soul of genes compiled. As I consider nature of this Earth to ponder what my senses know is real, I carve from diamond my eternal face that mirrors spiral typing of the wheel to measure geography of her girth which plots exclusive curve of time and space. Though I am character in lost scroll of dreams, preserved with integrity of its seal, I choose to walk the road of crowded stores with graceful balance of my psychic keel till I sail from mountain cave of bold streams to float as mute leaf past unopened doors. As I beguile attentive crowd of ghosts, who want to understand what humans feel, with ancient epic of philosophers, I channel energy of loyal zeal by building castles on storm-battered coasts where princesses live with cartographers. Though I am frail leaf on wild wind of change, forged into prophet by this weird ordeal, I keep wise insight into flow of life encoded in concept of the ideal to incarnate trope that presents whole range of treasures I win overcoming strife.
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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