Womb Of Mother Earth © Surazeus 2024 01 15 As I uncurl from womb of Mother Earth through tense expression of arrogant wings, my soul assumes taut posture of grim prayer to contemplate origin of starlight while I suckle stories from hills of pain to fight against demons my mind invents. As I escape from womb of Mother Earth by crawling diamond-crusted river bed, my soul attempts to grasp flow of sunlight that drags me gasping from sea of despair, stretched out across jagged mountains of hope, to wrestle sorrows my heart designates. As I expand from womb of Mother Earth with storm-engulfing breath of flashing waves, my soul accepts dire limits of moonlight defining bold extension of my form which I transform with hands of eager faith to embrace compassion my eyes respect. As I extend from womb of Mother Earth on trembling legs of elegant disgrace, my soul seeks face of beauty in dark mist to find electric source of that life spark which glows deep in frail body of my fear to generate new life from shocking angst. As I stand free from womb of Mother Earth, tall as true apple tree on naked hill, my soul asserts responsible desire to savor sweet warm glamor of sun-rain suffusing supple bones of fragile trust to name myself as conscious entity. As I retreat from womb of Mother Earth with fierce intention to explore her space, my soul stands upright on her spinning sphere, shifting attention of my curious mind with strict correction of measurable force to focus on structural forms of ideas. As I return to womb of Mother Earth with discipline of honest self-control, my soul acquires through legal precedent prime clue of right to exist in this space which my heart navigates with secret code to evade death who haunts my noble quest. As I map way from womb of Mother Earth through complex algorithms of free will, my soul converts stark horror of despair through lithe agility of my dream creed with language I design from breathless words to translate song of the ocean to love.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, January 15, 2024
Womb Of Mother Earth
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