Numbered Mirror Face © Surazeus 2025 04 19 Startled by fragile beauty of the soul, I gaze into the numbered mirror face that measures constant change of flashing time with swift atomic wheels which spiral tight to weave all moments of my memories in one smooth flow of wisdom in my brain. Relentless turning by the clock of fate erases every bound material form from shimmering landscape of our spinning globe for we are transient shadows of One Mind that dreams the universe of light to being so we may sing sweet hymn of aching love. Vague monsters on map of our memories haunt misty valleys of our secret tales which we explore in casual enterprise with jeweled tokens dug from fearful caves inspired by urgent knowledge of the wind from lightning storms that wake us from the dead. Awake on pinnacle of framed ideals at shocking climax of contained desire, I balance with opposing force of truth competing concepts of the world we see that blends in swirls of colorful aspects till words we speak refract its brilliant facts. Exiled by sorrow from my captive home, I strum strings of the harp with arrogance between excessive regions long pursued with each alarming strike the pendulum radiates in waves of silent attitude that knocks our boat against the muddy shore. Since I accept quotidian state of being with heart of faith untethered from despair, I choose to act on instinct of my mind through will to power surging in my frame, so I control wild flight of breathless thought to glide with grace above maze of my dreams. Evading gloom from strips of ardent light with staggered prance of parallel dream-time, I weave fragmented rhythms from chaos with measured order words perpetuate based on each time I circle unmapped worlds to build quaint microcosm of the Earth. Blind owl of my irregular concern, that leaps on thunderous steps of holy angst, motivates me with fierce intensive love to float at stillpoint of the universe with killer wings of my wandering heart so I become unmoving shade of death.
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 19, 2025
Numbered Mirror Face
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Orpheus rows his boat merrily on the life-reflecting stream of dream to find the numbered mirror face of the clock in the Tree of Life.
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