Hear Cry Of Angels © Surazeus 2024 01 21 When you hear cry of angels in the wind run quickly slow on cold electric wires past skulls of all our past lives on the road to leap across abyss of timeless hope with tattered wings of faith, and catch the flow of thoughts that leave us stranded by the sea. Immortal spirit of our private genes wakes divine spirit of God in our brain so we feel galaxy of countless worlds pulse in our blood with energy of love so we can hear the tree of ancient fruit fall alone in dark forest of our dreams. If eyeless angel falling from the Glow Cloud wakes in my heart with angst of subtle faith I can walk with you along city streets till we arrive at far edge of the world to measure fluid concept of pure light which blows my mind with vision of the truth. Since idol of my original mind emerges formed as my chemical soul, I replicate my Self ten thousand times in faceless characters who play my role in comic tragedy of true love found from inspiration of rain-muddy ground. When you see angels dancing in the rain, come join us on measureless lawn of love with joyful freedom of the reborn soul, evading sorrow of heart-wrenching pain that stalls our progress in the twilight zone so we wander the never-ending maze. Once I break into bank vault of the mind and steal plates of gold, where our memories are recorded in folk tales no one sings, I can find lost grave of the tyrant king to ensure that cruel vampire is still dead though his replicants haunt the world with fear. We sail across the silver misty lake to find where god-frog on the toadstool sings in sweet harmony with the sentient sea who failed to make us angels wings of flight so we memorize new math formulas that guide our way back home to Wonderland. In leaky river boat of Alastor I sail across endless abyss of truth to find vale of fruit in the Promised Land that always changes place on the world map till I find you under the apple tree waiting for me to jump into your arms.
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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