Matrix Of Dream-Webs © Surazeus 2025 04 17 When the shadow butterfly of my heart flutters into bright planet of your eye I forget myself and become your hope as sweet electric current of respect flows between our bodies in spiral rings that blossom into wings of honest love. When the star-flashing honey of our words weaves taut beams of early afternoon light in startling mystery of mutual desire, we merge our bodies into glowing cloud as precious wings of respect bind our minds in compassionate embrace of pure love. We want this temporary flame of love to glow as long as we are both alive, connecting our alien bodies with trust as we stroll hand in hand on ocean shore to sing in harmony with awe-formed waves so we tend energy of faith we share. The more we talk about the world we see, sharing anecdotes of wondrous events that we experience in our times apart, the larger virtual world inside our minds expands to accommodate formulas we devise to explain what we perceive. Though we are chemical cogs of desire as bodies bound in matrix of dream-webs, propelled by natural forces of the Earth in global wheel of flashing molecules, we navigate landscape of sun-sparked forms, choosing our way with axiom of free will. We write the script of our predestined fate, dispelling illusions of hopeful dreams to measure status of reality so we can comprehend nature of things enough to choose what actions to perform within variable range of possibilities. Constrained by universal laws of Nature, we exercise expansive force of hope to balance forward motion of desire between extremes of energy and form as aggressive souls of organic brains in compliance with machinery of time. Lithe with play of illusory free will within atomic framework of the Earth, we breathe ethereal spirit of the sun to surf on undulating waves of fate along trajectory of flexible laws in tune with inexorable flow of hope.
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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Thursday, April 17, 2025
Matrix Of Dream-Webs
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Orpheus explains how we create our fate to his children as they fry fish on the beach and drink apple juice brewed by Ophelia.
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