First Word Of Her Heart © Surazeus 2025 04 26 Though not yet born from silence of our hearts she sings in heaving harmony of waves that rise from lucid fire of ocean depths, pale purple in thick lilac foam of fate that blooms from bright unbroken bond of life as Aphrodite with her star-bright eyes. Her ocean breast that heaves with each deep breath designs the primal song of aching hope our hungry hearts still sing with unstained love reborn again each day inside our hearts as word of truth we sing with honest shame that binds soul of the universe in us. Bright tulips dancing in the mountain wind call us to rise from graves of memory and leave vast city maze of cement streets, where twisted shadow of mute human souls refuse to answer screaming telephones, to swim in ocean waves of cleansing faith. Though I am fleeting flame of consciousness that glows brief hour from all eternity, wild ocean waves preserve song of my voice forever in each curl of foam on sparkling sand since I am outcast from society as morbid conscience of its hungry fear. Trapped in frail fragments of the shattered mirror that flashes bright with television shows, I call to Aphrodite with storm voice who rises singing from wild ocean waves to pull me wriggling from her bloody womb and wash me clean in moon-white waves of love. Born from aromatic womb of the sea, contrived from tangled coils of psychic genes, I crawl on blistering sand of timeless faith toward woman dancing on the giant shell who forms my body from soil of the Earth and breathes ethereal visions in my mouth. She wakes in every human brain on Earth, First Mother who rose from the swirling sea, and sings her primal song of star-blind love in every complex language humans speak that all spring from the First Word of her heart in sprawling tree of tongues programming songs. Now every woman living on this globe smiles at me with her original soul, immortal goddess in each mortal girl, so we hold hands and run down to the sea to lie on sparkling sand and kiss with love as lilac foaming waves wash over us.
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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Saturday, April 26, 2025
First Word Of Her Heart
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while Aphrodite dances in swirling ocean waves and sings primal song of human consciousness.
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