Expose Monsters Of Fear © Surazeus 2024 04 09 When I write questions in Book of Dreams, attempting to expose monsters of fear that writhe invisible inside my heart, faceless spirit of the wind answers me with clever riddles of mocking satire which helps me navigate vast maze of lies. Streets of our world metropolitan maze are crowded with ten thousand singing seers who prophesy their visions in weird verse that foretell events which never occur on countless versions of our spinning Earth refracted through prism of my God Eye. Thought beams flow slow in vacuum of my brain which bends conceptual focus of desire slantwise against accepted social norms so I perceive ten billion fractured forms of Earth spread out across our multiverse in tune with slight adjustment of new truths. Each fragment of this one Earth I perceive at slightly altered angle of respect reflects one aspect of truth we express to form composite stitching masks of faith assembled in hybrid of conscious thought which I map clear on chart of nameless souls. Yet when I pass strange people on the street, whose minds radiate similar vibes of truth to those that program how my brain creates virtual model of our fast-changing world, I feel atonal screech of psychic hope spark reptile pulse of wisdom in my brain. So we assemble in cathedral hall beneath enormous sphere of crystal light that beams brainwaves from God of Nothingness which fill our bodies with fierce energy to dance with strict discipline of desire in vibrant harmony with singing rain. Reborn from searing flames of arrogance, after person I love most stabs my heart with critical insight of my brain flaws, I rise on Phoenix wings of soul rebirth, heart powered by diamond eye of true love, to hunt and battle demons of despair. Once I decide to publish Book of Dreams with spells designed to enchant simple minds with loyal devotion to star-born truth, I walk outside in eerie glow of light to release moon-eyed Raven from my heart so I transform my monster into god.
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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