Azure Purity Of Being © Surazeus 2026 04 16 My heart has become the weird moon in the stream fused with infinity through secret words that shine as essence at the core of things which I perceive with telepathic vibe that dissolves barrier blocking my soul through impalpable serenity of being. Struck by hot blood of sunlight on my skin I stretch beyond horizon of my body to swirl with soil in water of my brain that leaves me standing as sky of the world transformed from light to trees and animals who blaze with azure purity of being. Despite joy-twisting despair that we die, I bloom with disconsolate shock of truth that we are so alive this vibrant hour as flames of energy in pulsing flesh which has evolved four hundred million years, immortal soul of genes reborn in me. I am the distant blueness of the sky which emanates from hard core of the Earth through swirling passion of beautiful fear that drives my progress to become myself till I am not the I I dream I am because I walk beside me as God Self. I become the I I find in the world whose spirit merges with my fragile soul through strange celestial breath of writhing words that thread my brain in fabric of all time when I meet mirror image of myself who changes into someone else I love. Growing old on winding road of my life, where I have wandered nowhere randomly, I pause and look back at my younger selves who separate in clones I am no more as shadows gleaming in each open door who will remain after I am long gone. Once I remove all the masks I have worn, which will always reveal another mask, I become no one, and yet everyone who has ever lived on this spinning globe, so when you search for me in songs I write you will find nothing but your own true self. Joining ancient choir of the human soul, I sing with tongue of the invisible in harmony with poets of the past whose dream-maps guide my clumsy way past fear so I rejoice in beauty of this world that shines with visible atoms of thought.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus finds Juan Ramón Jiménez by the sea staring at the sky of infinity, so he stands beside him and also stares at the invisible of everything.
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