Write My Name On Water © Surazeus 2024 02 14 While attempting to write my name on water I fall out of the fishing boat of faith and almost drown in swirling sea of truth, so I cry out to angels in the sky but the demon girl is the only one who reaches out her hand to rescue me. Dragging my corpse from the slough of despond, the demon girl with eyes of flaming love stabs raven quill into my trembling heart so terror of death flows out of my brain that sparks my soul awake from nothingness to sing with inspiration of her glare. Guiding me along the bright ocean beach, that ever shifts my sense of security, the demon girl with mane of tangled hair takes me to cave of illusions where ghosts dance around me as shadows on the wall who mock me with wild laughter of the damned. Some fifty thousand years later I wake as me today in body of their dream for I descend from daughter of their love whose spirit dominates how I perceive this clunky planet spinning in the void as she animates every song I sing. So when I walk down to the ocean shore and stare at shimmer of light on dark waves I feel her ancient energy of hope motivate how I play my social role as witch who slays fierce dragon of the deep and sings sacred hymns in the feasting hall. When fierce thunderstorm from the angry sea hurls incoherent rage at fragile souls, I invite them to shelter in my hall where each one steps before the altar stone with fish or creature I roast over flames so they can share communal feast of faith. I stand before the crowd on empty stage, face lit silver by spotlight of the moon, and sing creation of the universe that spirals from first flash of the big bang to generate our bodies in the sea so we rise from lake of dreams in starlight. Longing to return to her temple hall, I kneel in sand on shore of the Black Sea and write my name on water of lost time so songs of my heart weave into its waves and flow with Tellurian currents of love when I return to body of the Earth.
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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