Breathe To Bend Sunlight © Surazeus 2025 03 14 With ancient words of star-soul in raindrops I try to bend sunlight with my bare hands to channel chaos of weird energy into organic bodies beaming souls who bloom from passion of the hungry soil to walk in valley of the singing river. We gather in large ring of standing stones with plan to bend sunlight with our bare hands that weaves excessive energy of lust in graceful dance of sweet flirtatious hope to match our heart with soulmate of our faith and generate life by the singing river. Asserting pattern steps of controlled force, we hope to bend sunlight with our bare hands to dance in harmony with beating hearts that pulse with tense vibration of respect in tune with melody of wordless ache that cleanses us within the singing river. Surprised by tensile flux of radiant hum, we twirl to bend sunlight with our bare hands which expands honest wings of psychic angst through urgent purpose of forgiving love with strict compassion for all living beings we meet each day along the singing river. Attentive to your emotional needs, I breathe to bend sunlight with my bare hands by strumming lyre of Mercury with sass while chanting spells of visionary truth which conjure virtual model of our world recording history by the singing river. Inspired by voice of sorrow in the wind, I hum to bend sunlight with my bare hands to improvise complex narrative tale presenting every conscious being on Earth as seeker striving to transcend our minds in quest to wake beside the singing river. Lost in still-changing maze of social myths, I seek to bend sunlight with my bare hands by mapping endless labyrinth of our dreams where our ancestral gods in coded genes wear masks of special personalities that we design through actions of our will. Choosing progress of self-created fate, I pray to bend sunlight with my bare hands by reaching high to pluck fruit of the sun from Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil so I can create rather than destroy fruit garden watered by the singing river.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus practices martial arts as he breathes to bend sunlight with his bare hands that generate psychic energy through battery of his body.
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