Paper Persona Masks © Surazeus 2024 12 19 If we all call each other the wrong names our paper persona masks, blown by the wind, may land on windshield of the brand new car which Zeus drives to his Olympian home and cause him to remember we exist so he will come and visit us at school. Yet when the angry boy who hates the world strides in school with gun of hate in his hand, we cannot escape wrath of random rage that tears our sense of safety into shreds of dollar bills laundered by the drug lord to buy yachts and senators with his greed. We cannot escape this planet of games so we must build paradise on this Earth, treating each other with honest respect because cats love everybody the same when they run across the rooftops of trains, transforming into superheroes of fate. Too many normal and kindhearted people become famous when someone shoots them dead, so I would rather stay alive and unknown than become famous for how I get killed, therefore I shift slantwise shadow of fate, evading Death for just another day. If we could be heroes just for one day we would help homeless refugees from war build shelter from the storm in paradise so every person in the world can learn creative skill according to their talent to live their one wild and precious life well. As I review strange beauty of this Earth with animals teeming in varied landscapes, perceiving complex beauty of all forms composed of atoms glowing into life, I comprehend that no one made this world, for everything transforms from energy. So when we gather on the river shore that flows by the temple where Zeus plays chess with Hades over who will die today, we give each other new names from our hearts to wear as paper masks when we perform game of politics in grand halls of power. I see you with my complicated eyes, sensing with my heart your essential soul which glows with divinity through your eyes, so we make fruit pies and hot chocolate to eat around the glowing hearth of love on this dark eternal night of the soul.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, December 19, 2024
Paper Persona Masks
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Orpheus teaches young children killed in classrooms how to make paper persona masks because they are dead forever and will not reincarnate or resurrect.
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