Swirl Of Electric Globe © Surazeus 2024 12 23 My heart can hear, with engine growls, hot blood of fractured Earth come gushing from my mouth as black ambrosia gurgling with the voice of naked demons who howl in sea wind with rancid lust of pulchritude, constrained by legal phrases broken by compassion. Yet quick attrition, brokered for contempt by smirk of death at ruby flare of noon, reduces bold effectiveness of faith through sustained attack of passionate prayers for more life, frail body mangled by bells floating down with illuminated clocks. Empty light of stretched-out eternity spirals tight in swirl of electric globe that nurtures organic creatures who love beauty of nature with attentive fear from slightly rocking rhythm of stream waves, revealed by afterthought of honest rage. Weighed down by divine gravity of souls, we surge from slimy spawn of primal hope to formulate four-legged body frames for climbing trees where frantic serpents sing hymns to demonic god with human face whose filament brain twitters engine lust. Ice shatters crystal shell of spirit mask at sultry kiss of the late morning sun, revealing ancient demons inside trees who stretch their wingless arms to grasp at light blasting our souls with fuel of desire to embrace beauty of transcendent air. I should prefer to climb the tall straight tree with demon claws of fierce ambitious faith so I can touch elusive flash of beauty beaming from your eyes, eyes vast as the sky enclosing our knowledge in structured scope centered on weird importance of my being. Night breeze inserts long tendril vines of lust to weave blood veins in matrix of my mind expanding larger than mountainous sphere interlaced with seasonal arrogance, too far from home to understand the why that death asserts as signal for rebirth. If wild boys swing from birch trees in the snow Earth rewards boldness of the brave decider who explores beyond bounds of the safe known with foolish fearlessness, misunderstood by nameless people who remember him as god-man who ascended to the stars.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus studies geography of our electric globe that swirls our conscious brains into being from sunlight and rain through transformation of fruit trees.
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