Bones Of Dead Men © Surazeus 2025 02 15 Numberless dice formed from bones of dead men, smoothed round by endless sorrow of sea waves, roll tumbling over sand of timeless hope cast by Hand of Death with indifferent grin when captain of our ship gambles for life against grim embassy of wingless angels. Alone in my small river boat of faith, adrift on swirling sea of moaning mist, swept downriver from wooded Saxon hills, I see moonlit wrecks of enormous ships floating sail-less toward dim Elysian shore, captained by grim Charon with serpent eyes. Then, smooth skin gleaming white as snowy fields, huge demon of the sea, Leviathan or Cetus with faithless wings of despair, emerges from abyss of surging waves, and gazes with indifferent frosted eyes at me immobilized by gleam of truth. Entranced by Mobius Strip of diamond eyes which mirror boundless vastness of my mind, enhanced by spectrum of eternity, I read in flashing verses of bright stars complex formulas that define pure state contrived by liquid relativity. With compass gleaming in my red right hand, influenced by magnetic waves of light, I sail straight across Sea of Oceanus west through towering Gates of Hercules, with pears from garden of Hesperides, toward pristine island where Atlantis shines. With quadrant pointing toward Unmoving Star that fixes axis pole for spinning Earth, I measure boundless space of surging tides from gleaming pyramids of Babylon, past apocalyptic Isle of Avalon, to land on lush shores of Chesapeake Bay. Since Moby Dick swallowed my fragile soul and spit me on shore with mission from Zeus, I walk back east from woods of Oregon, where Liberty on high Takoma Mountain gave me crystal globe scrolling human history, to prophesy at the locked White House gates. When Midas seizes thorny Crown of Christ to crown himself King of America, Minerva waves starred flag of Liberty to fight against nationalist theocracy so we support global democracy to build strong United Nations of Earth.
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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Bones Of Dead Men
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