Map Winds Of Ghosts © Surazeus 2024 09 24 Voice of the global wind no one can hear tells me weird secrets of people I meet who never speak outside language we share, yet with each person who gives me their name I map winds of their ghosts in fairy tales so I know where to find homes of the dead. Heart lured by mystery of the ocean wind, which knocks our family photos off the wall, I wander graveyards of comedians to understand why prophets of Ungod become jesters and clowns who satirize proud people in power with scathing jokes. When beautiful slim Death, in black lace dress, brings hemlock bouquet to my old oak fane, she offers secret of eternal life, but, though I gaze entranced in her black eyes, where I see enormous galaxies flash, I decline because I love how she sings. With delicate calligraphy of blood I write old lyric poems on lambskin scrolls that Death sings during timeless sunset glow as her soul absorbs scarlet rays of light till her cold gloom shrouds me in sweet despair my heart translates into passionate love. Inspired by mystery of the mountain wind, I map winds of ghosts with my angel voice so I see every place in the world on time-animated atlas of history where bazillions of nameless humans live and die with endless spinning of our globe. Though I try to capture them inside books winds of ghosts leak through fractures in time to pulse music in bodies of the lost who dance to measure of infinite hope through tragic choreography of love based on expression of the faceless god. Just as I think I understand it all this universe I perceive disappears, then reappears all jumbled into code of psychic riddles formulating tropes which I attempt to puzzle back from truth refracting matrix of my buzzing brain. Contracting cosmic energy of God in cubic stone of diamond innocence, so I can map winds of ghosts in world voice, I worship sparkles of the universe that tinkle melodies of timeless truth when crystal drops of rain preserve our names.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus teaches new generation of prophets how to map winds of ghosts with poetry.
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