Until The Hour I Return © Surazeus 2025 03 16 Until the hour I return from the Earth, breaking free from the egg of humanhood, my heart wears godless mask of singing stone with dramatic stubbornness of the tree that curls roots into body of my soul so I can give each soul their secret name. Until the hour I return from the sky, swirling wild from glow cloud of consciousness, my brain flashes clear ancient memories that my ancestors live life after life as we evolve from fish to mortal gods, too sure of our superiority. Until the hour I return from the stars, beaming atoms into chemical coils, my womb generates bold organic beings who sing words to each other in fruit trees as we transform cats to monkeys to humans swarming around the Earth eight million years. Until the hour I return from the sun, animating robotic frames of flesh with psychic energy of storm-fierce gods, my legs will perambulate spinning globe in curious exploration of our dreams which I record in periplus of faith. Until the hour I return from the sea, sailing straight toward the Isle of Avalon, my eyes perceive objective forms of matter to measure subjective ideas of patterns which I encode in language of wind song to sing grand epic of humanity. Until the hour I return from the hills, striving to achieve the highest existence, my breast inhales ethereal breath of light to join global choir of eight billion voices that echo in dark forest of our dreams as we transform Wasteland to Wonderland. Until the hour I return from the vales, hiking mountain range sea to shining sea, my body delights in forbidden pleasures which alternates through extreme joy and pain as we eat fruit and make love by the pool that reflects our faces in yet-born children. Until the hour I return from the grave, rising on Phoenix wings from flaming seed, my soul records ever-renewing quest pursued by immortal soul of my genes to map complete history of human life on time-animated atlas of Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Sunday, March 16, 2025
Until The Hour I Return
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Orpheus and Cesar Vallejo drink wine at the Cafe de Flore and write poetry about their quest for eternal truth beyond political turmoil of the day.
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