Organize Electric Beams © Surazeus 2026 04 18 While stealing apples from the Tree of Life in Garden of Eden where angels play, I hear tall woman with long flowing hair explain that, though the singers may change, the music goes on for thousands of years, so I lie on my back and stare at clouds. If I should disappear from dream of time my heart will expand its delicate wings and sing in harmony with flowing streams, articulating words with tongue of ice which conjures visions from rumble of thoughts so we become the truth our minds invent. When I am amniote at dawn of time I crawl through shallow stream of trickling light, imbibing water of cerulean skies, across sapphires, rubies, and emeralds, transforming form by climbing tall fruit trees, so now I stand and talk about my hope. Attentive flash of primal energy, that motivates my quest to find fresh fruit, fills empty nothing of my hungry mind when missing feature draws me to new state in constant motion of the absolute to seek truth that is absent from my heart. Fierce longing to remember taste of rain draws me to flashing flicker of the flame which I contain in ring of glowing stones because I know they are the fallen stars that teach me how to label what I see with words that blaze enlightenment of faith. Knee-deep in muddy water of the lake, I move through swirling lichen of desire to catch elusive fish of secret truth while hunting demon of excessive wrath that strikes from tangled limbs of tempting fruit so I snatch the writhing snake by its neck. When savage thirst for ecstasy of love swells huge from pulsing passion of my heart, I open wide my mouth with tongue of ice to speak in words of honest sentiment, but nothing more than howling wind of hope soars from cage of my soul on wings of light. Designed by brutal nature of the bog, I rise from sloshing arrogance of fear to build enormous towers of steel and glass so I can organize electric beams in computer nodes of the world wide web as I evolve from fish to Cyber God.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus studies fossil remains of the amniote to understand the evolutionary process through which we transform into wingless angels.
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