I Feel The Nothing © Surazeus 2024 05 31 I feel the nothing between everything shimmer with the something my mind perceives reflected in blank mirror of my soul wide as the ocean swirling in my mouth that molds new words no apple tree receives when my heart becomes the telephone ring. I feel the nothing inside everywhere explode from pages of confused snow flakes that vibrate concept of the perfect sound which swirls in galaxies of the white whole mimicked by stone gardens we smoothe with rakes despite our need to breathe cold winter air. I feel the nothing all around my head require I memorize dramatic lines which I recite with bold alacrity in Hamlet-channeling soliloquy while I wander with anguish among pines since everyone alive will soon be dead. I feel the nothing that surrounds the Earth express unspoken secrets of my heart with ardent angel wings of Liberty on which I fly to spark fertility since true romantic love will never hurt as we share tales beside the glowing hearth. I feel the nothing through eternity expand my structured sense of flowing time when I stand mute in theater of faith to represent absence as the god wraith who wakes inside my mind at the soft chime of silver bells that prove absurdity. I feel the nothing in the silent pause refract sweet harmony between each note that arches high as rainbows which connect worlds of the multiverse based on respect for strangers sitting with me on the boat on sacred quest to find the primal cause. I feel the nothing in each word I speak compose complete library of the world arranged on shelves of universal myth where angels carve runes on each monolith that hide prophecies of the cosmic herald who stands with cape on high Takoma peak. I feel the nothing in atomic swirls weave pulsing matrix of my mental state that slips through minute gap of emptiness in dance translating fear to happiness when I compose new play evading fate that binds with true love hearts of boys and girls.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus investigates and documents the nothing we feel between the atoms of our souls.
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