Wild Angelic Flight © Surazeus 2024 04 13 Organic bodies coiled with chemicals, forged by god-star eye from soul particles, we dance with air-light heads of fantasy on rock world in vast swirling galaxy that seethes with surging tides of blazing light on which we surf in wild angelic flight. With vegetable lust of intense desire we cling to rock of Earth on rooting wire that crackles taut with voices humans breathe as we contort our souls that passions wreathe in twisting spirals bound by mortal soul which beams from flashing core of the White Whole. Determined to achieve high state of bliss on rainbow peak arching over abyss, I leap through swirling portal of all time at heart-enchanting sparkle of dream chime so I improve as I evolve through love with each new life I reach for stars above. New bodies blooming from this ancient globe, through exploration of desire we probe deep questions stating facts beyond debate that by each choice we designate our fate with compact energy that fuels our brains formatting projects to map dream domains. Researching timeless zone of anywhere, I draw new global map of psychic air to dance with static quantum of untime while swimming in dark sea of fertile slime till I grow far beyond landscape of faith to plant apple seeds with the faceless wraith. To follow unseen path of fertile lust by curling roots deep in Tellurian crust, I investigate weird nature of truth while writing oracles in temple booth to hide weird secret of rebirth in code through riddles that detail new social mode. Safe in glass tower of the songless bird while waiting for key of the brain-dream word, I sing for people of the world below how we evolve from atoms of the flow that urges us to act through will to life, devising strategies to survive strife. When I invent new language of the mind, based on virtual world my weird heart designed, I sing alone on Parnassus at dawn tale of the wolf who comes to love the fawn, so I become one soul with the whole world when I wake from dream of the cosmic herald.
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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