Code Of Ocean Song © Surazeus 2024 07 30 Because I know the source that brings us light, which beams from emptiness of white-hot love, I praise the wholeness of our universe that leaves me lonely on my little world which spirals from first flash of the big bang to generate my brain from ocean song. Unwilled electric surge of my brain-soul expands my conscious sense of psychic self vast as the universe of flashing stars which spiral galaxies of singing gods who long to wake in our organic brains so we savor beauty of ocean song. No thought to why the blue bird never sings about the secret key for happiness that Phoebus writes on skulls of ancient gods with flaming sword he stole from Gabriel when he traps Lucifer in golden cage so he can translate code of ocean song. On Earth we are more gorgeous than the sea that teaches our bodies hunger for light so we form gangs through ideologies to engage in war against mute nothingness when we push our souls in flowing streams to rise reborn from shriek of ocean song. If I surrender to beautiful truth through strict discipline of religious fate, I channel vibrant energy of lust to build great empire for to rule the world, but I would rather hear the sparrow sing as I float in passion of ocean song. Unbreakable dawn of our divine mind reveals strange beauty of the naked soul that resembles star-eyed dragon of faith who urges me to climb high mountain peak where I wake mind of God inside my brain which forever evolves through ocean song. With our heads haloed by the falling star we mold stark fear of greedy tyranny to revolution through democracy by which we fight for global Liberty then gather to feast and sing in Stonehenge till we all drown in tears of ocean song. Attending feast of gods on River Seine, I see Sequana wearing jeweled gown, enthroned in mirrored temple of blind Zeus where Dionysus dances in firelight while Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury as we celebrate games of ocean song.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus confesses his love to Sequana who crowns him with wreathe of grape vines.
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