Chemical Soul Of Thought © Surazeus 2024 05 16 We change our fate through the choices we make which narrows possibilities of chance, so today I will bake pineapple cake, then invite the soul I love for a dance, because this is the life I choose to play with decisive action blazing my way. Each moment in the constant stream of time I swim through swirl of atoms in the void till I become chemical soul of thought in star that nurtures planet of my hope where I evolve into organic beings who convert pain to pleasure through desire. Awakened from strange dream by tinkling chime, I ponder cause and effect hope deployed through magic spells in jewels angels sought midway through my journey on mountain slope where my demonic muse spreads divine wings so I can sing in the heavenly choir. Among eight billion people on the Earth I choose to love you alone of them all so we unite our hearts in soul rebirth to gain eternal life through protocol which generates bodies as soul machines designed by immortal god of our genes. Through the choices we make we change our fate which broadens probabilities of luck because the person who becomes our mate lends us a helping hand when we get stuck, then together we walk the signless road as we develop our private love code. Though sometimes on my way I hesitate midway through journey of this life to see, beyond fog of hope, my ultimate fate, I decide that my passion sets me free to choose within parameters of fact constructive rather than destructive act. This universe of molecular light is structure of atoms that congregate to compose conscious beings in mental flight who measure how particles aggregate so our actions will create or destroy objects through subjective process of joy. I choose to be with you till we both die for you are the one person in this world most important to me under the sky, so I perform my role as cosmic herald to create life with harmony of faith till I vanish as dream-conceptual wraith.
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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