Heaven Of Our Earth © Surazeus 2024 09 11 I wander through eye-mirrors of your dreams with wicked joy for beauty of your souls that spurs bright celebration through wild song of love that weaves our individual hearts in undulating matrix of world soul on which we build this Heaven of our Earth. With graceful gestures of my crafting hands I weave conceptual knots of sparkling light from bright atomic threads of cosmic soul in vibrant woof of universal thought composing tapestry of human life in scenes displaying characters we play. Shocked by corruption of my hungry rage sparking desire to fill my emptiness in hollow realm of conceptual abyss to enclose absence with aggressive love, I fall from Heaven of spiritual calm to writhe entrapped by limits of my hope. Exploring limits of my flesh-cased form that defines existence of my frail being within measurable bounds of time and space, I figure how far my power stands out to know I am no supernatural god, but mortal spirit who lives well, then dies. Each time I throw my soul against the wall of time and space that binds me in my body, I test how far to edge of nothingness that I can go to strengthen who I am before hope pulls me back into my head, because I know someday I will be dead. Perfecting art of dying, to restore complete integrity of my god-soul, I dive in deep abyss of changing flow to bathe in surging sea of memories where I see patterns of material forms as ideas I signify through names. On Phoenix wings of resurrecting faith I rise from deep grave of forgetfulness to soar straight over bridge of honest love through restoration of the sacred tale that preserves unique features of my life in conceptual idol of timeless myth. To achieve apotheosis of soul, preserved in character I play on stage, I wander through eye-mirrors of your dreams to transcend limitations of desire through undulating matrix of world soul on which we build this Heaven of our Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus maps journey of his quest through eye-mirrors of your dreams.
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