Mortal Nameless I © Surazeus 2024 03 27 This happiness that conjugates my brain with fractured pieces of the puzzling world expands perception of the silent rain beyond limiting bounds of the tangled word which threads my body with ancestral souls who teach me how to play their social roles. Since Earth is house of stories I design from light stretched round galactic wheel of fate, I journey deep in woods with hope to find mushrooms and eggs my mind can cogitate with laughing wisdom of amusing thought that mirrors universe my words have wrought. This sorrowness that deconstructs my view of how this universe flashes from light in beams of conscious love based on weird clue still tricks me with veil of Plutonian night to think I am immortal god who knows fractal concept which forges mind that glows. Since Earth is cave of visions I accept as startling prophecy reflecting time, I carve dream spells on emerald tablet kept safe deep in maze of myths that cannot rhyme with riddles children chant on city streets to tease brave warriors stuck on battle fleets. This ecstasy that transforms how I think bound in spatial zone of narrative code augments perceptive focus of each blink with pulsing vigor that denotes the road which leads me to core of our empire state where Death reigns as the god we correlate. Since Earth is book of legends I perform through project to reclassify all things, I analyze how atoms tone sea storm with psychic melody of faith that rings compacting spirals from galactic eye in which God dreams this mortal nameless I. This agony that reprograms my soul to play weird character of divine power reanimates my passion for this role, I wear as mask on stage in global tower from which I fall to fly on robust wings with graceful arrogance of humble kings. Since Earth is dream of spirits I reflect to mirror immortal soul of my genes through temporary person I project, I organize memories with time machines in rambling fable that deceives your eyes to think I am your God in empty skies.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Mortal Nameless I
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