Buzz Of Countless Brains © Surazeus 2024 12 13 Though I lie in bed with the millionth star who teaches me weird measurement of time, I stand inside the wind that never moves to analyze progression of thought grooves that wake me at the subtle ringing chime which indicates I might have gone too far. Apparent light of fate is so intense I hear electric buzz of countless brains that dream so many different views of life I never have to tell my faceless wife, for we are opposite sparkle of rains which fill our hollow hearts grown too immense. My tale extends beyond the last page turned for I create my fate by how I choose what actions to perform on stage of fear which brings the shining Seraphim too near so I investigate forbidden clues to find my sacred grove that love had burned. I feel confusion swell large as the sky starred bright with eyes of angels who reveal dire consequence of each new gambled choice which magically transforms space through my voice that charges truth in accord with the real so clear in time-lapse visions of my eye. Tenebrous truth of passion strangers share seals random luck as fortune time secures when we decide to bind our rival hearts as marriage partners pulling apple carts who vow all Death throws at us love endures one hundred years of solitude we fare. I am the mountain embraced by her moon because we savor calm togetherness in silent nights when trees pray for our souls which thrive ascending phases of our roles creating perfect art from loneliness to translate shadows in soft sea-wave tune. When wheel of time falls through concentric air we weave our bodies into water sprites who wake as children signified by names determined by how they play social games congealed from chaos in religious rites performed by players at the country fair. Her eyes are golden pools of psychic worth that keep me tethered by chord of her heart vibrating cosmic melodies of faith so we become concepts of the Word Wraith mapped by tales of our children on star chart which guides their quest around our spinning Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus and Ophelia dwell together in their secret garden of paradise somewhere on a river by the mountains that know the names of their ancestors and their descendants for ten million years.
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