Labyrinth Of The Flower © Surazeus 2024 03 09 Awake to language of the dreamless brain in the thousand eyes of Scheherazade, I dance around surprised in sunlit rain that radiates bright from our invented God who teaches humans the naming of things in sheltering wind of faceless angel wings. Amazed at beauty of new evidence that we are fragile fragments of sunbeams, I open hands to catch the providence that slips away in glow of morning dreams when storms strike the crowded city of souls who reassess their life-achievement goals. Programmed to sing weird visions of my eyes that strike hot rainbows in drizzle of time, I carve illusions on glass tablet skies that show us humans evolving from slime as we become wingless angels who know how to perform in the grand temple show. Eager to employ every tool of thought abandoned in the old poetry toolbox, I build vast maze of myths that no one bought to navigate road of life with the Star Clocks which mirror mental vision of the world in virtual terrain of the cosmic herald. Attentive to the needs of nameless ghosts who linger in fraught houses of their plays, I generate rigorous spells from boasts that perpetuate puzzles in sad haze to analyze process of social truth designed and charged by the messiah sleuth. Inspired to build new world of joy from terror that corresponds with desires humans hide, I carve statue of Apollo from water to honor grief of his forgotten bride who measures starred lucidity of fate with honest passion of the fertile mate. Amused by motion of coincidence that parallels our paths around the Earth, I weave weird random sounds of common sense in grand philosophy of soul rebirth through retrospective cry for sacred love that echoes still from primal ocean cave. Accultured to new world order of faith that welcomes everyone to join the feast, I found world empire of the eyeless wraith that teaches humans to transcend the beast, then set lamp of my sorrow in watch tower to guide lost souls in labyrinth of the flower.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, March 9, 2024
Labyrinth Of The Flower
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