Ghostly Clockwork Soul © Surazeus 2024 10 22 Stretching my shadow with the evening sun till my spirit is equal to its size, I study memories programmed in my brain based on experience my ancestors lived to understand my ghostly clockwork soul that conjures function of my conscious mind. Tall marble idol on bright ocean shore peers deep in hollow eggshell of my brain to name electric dragon of my heart who shows me splendor of hope-blinded world that reprojects my ghostly clockwork soul on swirling mirror of the faceless moon. Taut whirling of the psychometric wind teaches me to adapt my character to special features of the hungry land so I evolve from fish to wingless angel with mask designed by ghostly clockwork soul who animates my mother with Star Words. With knitting needles of the cosmic hand I weave vast matrix of the paradox defining beauty of disparate thoughts, contrast with ugliness of confidence, from clicking gears in ghostly clockwork soul which motivates my quest for find the Grail. Dissymmetry of arbitrary roads on which I travel toward the rising sun adjusts direction of my compass brain to translate thunder of the laughing storm from language of my ghostly clockwork soul when I meditate on state of my being. Unbroken view of effortless respect reveals sensation of my breathless joy advancing through dark valley of despair to dance on beach of interwoven words that fuel flight of my ghostly clockwork soul with sacred riddles of the singing snake. Across great ocean of my endless dreams I sail bold boat of laughter toward the moon to stand outside fraught framework of my mind so I can see the fractured universe as mirror of my ghostly clockwork soul refracting tranquil nothingness of love. I breathe ethereal spirit of the light connecting my frail mortal Self of faith with immortal deity of my genes to build this temporary home of dreams in landscape of my ghostly clockwork soul designed by progress of necessity.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus strolls with Mercurius along the River Styx as they chat about mystery of the ghostly clockwork soul as chemical function of the brain.
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