My Angel Glowing Green © Surazeus 2024 09 17 My angel glowing green as fruit-tree leaves envelops fragile body of my soul with overwhelming vibrancy of light in soft thick slime of surging ocean waves so my mind becomes potential event that mimics god-mind of the universe. With anguish pulsing in frame of my soul I rise from volatile ambience of time to burst from unsettled identity through metamorphic sublime of respect for vibrant green that radiates from my brain in angel wings I beat against glass skies. Swelling ripe with fructuous juice of star blood, profuse with bounteous angst of holy thought, I splash my arms in swirling ocean waves to analyze bright glitter of sunlight in each perfected sphere of fecund truth abundant with beams of our Fairy Ground. My angel glowing green as ocean waves emerges pale from slosh of surging slime to smile at me with universal light at stark climatic shout of wicked joy, then glowing skull of diamond-prismed eyes melts into vast wings of excessive hope. Deep stickiness of my internal words, expanding crystal bones in tree-limb web, encloses my angelic soul of light in bulging layers of pain-contracted flesh so I feel trapped in limits of my soul that helps me discover who I must be. Gowned in slender dress, sewn from willow leaves, Ophelia waltzes alone among trees glowing bright with apples of green-gold skin, sheer passion of her atom-fluid heart fueling her ambition to transcend death with elegant leap of wingless desire. Round mirror eye of our assertive sun extracts from boundless abyss of our hearts intention to create from fractured words new world view as puzzle of psychic code contrived from clatter of stones in the stream that gushes from mountain vales of mute pride. Switching perspective of attentive faith with sudden torque of quick balletic wit, I pluck ripe apple from the Tree of Life and give it to the stranger on the road who weeps at vision of angelic light that glows green with eternal love we share.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sings hymn to green angel of the universal sea of souls that swirls our hearts in one wave of love.
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