Angelic Wings Of Fortitude © Surazeus 2026 07 11 What I experience is irrelevant to beauty of truth that shines as the sun which energizes atoms to compose fragile bodies that nourish dreaming brains awake with passion to taste fruit of hope that blooms from twisted anguish of tree limbs. Disconnected from valley of my birth, I walk on grass of exile without words to understand excessive flash of stones which ask what secret name I answer to by cooking bread from dough of fearless faith though wind blows ashes from my trembling hand. Trapped in dank prison of rebellious hope by chains of fear men forge from bitter hate, I spread angelic wings of fortitude to soar above vast maze of doorless homes but weep for people stuck inside despair till I fall back inside my fragile head. To escape that plausible state of grace against hostile attack of wingless fame, I transform into tortoise with steel bones, empowered by majestic haughtiness that I can fly on angel wings of faith to dwell in realm of changeless paradigms. My conscious sense of selfhood is programmed by all my fierce ancestors who have lived four hundred million years of desperate faith, therefore by now my brain imagines state of psychic power to transcend its frame alive beyond bounds of this mortal flesh. Deluded I can live outside my brain as faceless soul of timeless energy, I prance on rainbow bridge of innocence to organize delusions of my power in mural that depicts my divine myth which crumbles to dust of lost centuries. My soul that shimmers with light of the sun is chemical function of my sponge brain which animates fragile body of bones as vehicle I drive to procreate new body for my genes before I die since I will dissipate to wordless wind. Though I imagine I can fly with grace beyond bounds of my skull on wings of light, I always swirl back in shell of my skull and wake from nothingness of dreamless sleep to laugh with joy that I am still alive, surprised at beauty of this cluttered world.
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, July 11, 2026
Angelic Wings Of Fortitude
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Orpheus patiently explains to everyone he meets that our souls are emanations of our brains and are thus unable to travel or survive outside the body.
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