Oldest Woman In The World © Surazeus 2024 02 01 The oldest woman in the world remains still living in deep canyon of my heart where spiders of wisdom crawl from her eyes to weave this virtual world our brains perceive from wordless melody of ocean waves she sings on beams of moonlight in my tongue. When I feel fragile as wavering light that flickers on waves of the fishful lake, I pray to oldest woman in the world whose face appears in shimmer of the sun as spider goddess with ten zillion eyes that open in every cell of my brain. Each human being I pass on busy street beams with immortal spirit of her genes for oldest woman in the world creates our bodies from compassion of her heart when she programs how we perceive the world encoded in verses of songs we share. When I sit quietly in city park with eyes closed against illusion of time, I hear voice of every poet on Earth sing in harmony through world canticle that weaves our minds in matrix of her mind designed by oldest woman in the world. While I strum on my American harp to sing of our indifferent universe, I explore White Whole with messiah sleuth to climb three steps to Heaven of world truth as wingless angel of our deathless mother who appoints me cosmic herald of Earth. The oldest woman in the world of forms transforms my soul from fish to wingless angel, so I climb tower to sing with Rapunzel who prophesies how anxious nation-states will become United Nations of Earth to fight for justice and freedom for all. How many people will those tyrants kill, the oldest woman in the world asks me, before you throw dictator kings from thrones, so we rise from ruins of world war three to sing in global choir of mutual trust though indifferent Earth still spins in the void. Lost in eternal maze of cultural myths, where trope of every fabled character stands as idol in Cathedral of Tales, I search for oldest woman in the world who gives me grail of mushroom wine to drink, so I play lyre of Mercury and sing.
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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