Dreaming Eye-Machine © Surazeus 2024 06 06 Though famous humans, who were loved as gods, have disappeared from hymns that people sing, their ghosts haunt stories we refuse to tell since they would traumatize our hearts again, so I stand outside locked door of the church and gaze at the moon that has never changed. Terrifying moments of shocking fear, when our ancestors barely evaded death, flash as visions in my mind all day long to energize secret morals that guide how I perform my role on stage of life each moment I wake in the farewell light. From stories that present their tragic loss I learn lessons that show cause and effect so I can avoid those mistakes they made as I navigate endless maze of myths where we all wander lost in fog of fears till I find weird secret of happiness. The gods of ancient heavens have all died, and fallen to the Earth on tattered wings, so I measure new curve of who I am that turns into the almost of my soul which I hide with mask I carve from the skull my first mother wore by the singing sea. I see all their lost faces in my face when I gaze in bright mirror of the moon that sends white raven of the midnight snow to give me mushroom from cavern of dreams which wakes every ancestor in my brain so I integrate them in One I Eye. The doorless room that frames my eager mind encloses spirals through infinity deep inside coils of countless dreaming eyes so I see what is real outside my head beyond illusion of these words I speak to buzz abundant spells of honesty. Astute conception blooming from my cells casts beams of sunlight into fluid waves so fish that change direction with one mind reflect how people in communities perform with zeitgeist of the puppeteer who paints reality as it appears. Now awake as the dreaming eye-machine, I assemble puzzle of words that weave fractal dimensions of eternity from fragments of frightening memories in global tapestry of psychic tropes which formulate how we describe the truth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus designs and tests his new global dreaming eye-machine.
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