Ineffable Force Of Love © Surazeus 2024 01 03 Ancient words that sing the stillness of light on ever-flowing water of the mind encode strange riddle of our waking dream to record psychic torment of my heart as I evolve four hundred million years from fish to wingless angel who plays god. Frail light of conscious thought in gloom of time, these words I speak flash visionary flames with searing dragon breath of hungry truth so I can see through darkness of despair the golden path I blaze with active choice across bleak wilderness of hopeless death. I am the real speaker of my strange words, expressing deep unconscious truth of life through mythic characters my heart invents to channel ineffable force of love that beams from God Eye at the cosmic core who can know itself only through my brain. Commencement of my soul on breath of hope initiates animation of my soul with naked spark of passion in cold gloom so I assert conceptual frame of truth which I construct from memories of success when I progress beyond bounds of my self. When I proceed from starting line of faith to kick-start evolution of my genes, I swim from sunless abyss of my heart toward God Eye shining from disk of the sun that lures me up bright diamond-littered stream to swipe ripe apple from tall Tree of Life. Dispersing from First Mother of Mankind, I wake in billions of dream-flashing brains who see my face in mirror of each eye, so I name each fragment of my one self as we proceed to colonize the Earth in nation-states that fight to rule its space. With mirror eyes of diamond attitude I gaze through swirling mist of fractal thought to see how photons compose body mass that pulse with energy of singing stars through breath-hot pressure of aggressive hope that binds infinity inside my brain. My words transform the body of my mind so I become the character I play when I wear weird stereotype as my shield that mirrors stillness of the turning world in dream-mapped landscape of our city maze where my face is displayed after I die.
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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