Angelic Wings Of Thought © Surazeus 2025 11 30 Since I found eternity in white stone that radiates visions of human desire I keep on walking endless road of life to mimic how wind sings in fruitful trees till I become horizon of your heart that blooms with eerie lightness of the self. Since I woke in cold barren hall of stone ten million years after my soul was born I draw my body from soil of the land which replicates conceptual forms of life so I translate weird song of ocean waves to math formulas that calculate love. Since I concealed my soul in hall of masks to weave vibrating threads of psychic spells with pregnant atoms sparkling in my blood I dream creation of the multiverse that blooms from every conscious dreaming brain to aggregate our worlds in one whole globe. Since I arranged books on library shelves to imitate angelic wings of thought I weave mask of every ghost in the world so I experience life of every brain that ever dreams in all the universe till I expand scope of perceptive creed. Since I sensed strangeness of familiar light luminate faces of saints in the church I sing new hymns of our fantasy land that exists only in minds of the lost who stand on street corners and sing sad psalms though angels in suits never give them cash. Since was born from womb of the oak witch who sells vegetables at the grocery store I see my mother with eyes of the god who teaches our bodies how to evolve so we know only the world we can touch that has no meaning but what we create. Since I constructed cathedral of light from wings of angels fallen from the clouds I transform into horse with human face to catch bombs devils drop on castle towers then play guitar outside the city gate where farmers sell illusions of the heart. Since I designed this virtual world of forms based on Ideas in Heaven I forged, I fly with breathless laughter over Hell with reverence for spirit of nature in God who gazes at my face from mirror moon so I find only myself in the sky.
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, November 30, 2025
Angelic Wings Of Thought
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Orpheus quickly scribbles verses and notes of the song that vibrates in his head with electric storm of anxiety till he converts fear into the most beautiful hymn in all human history.
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