Queen Juno Sospita © Surazeus 2026 02 14 Billions of voices whisper in the dark, expressing emotions that beat our hearts with wild atomic passion of desire to explain vision of the world we see, and how we hope to play our chosen role in global drama we create as fate. I try to hear what each voice has to say, to focus on conception of their mind beamed by descriptive stream of sentences so I may comprehend vision of truth that glows as virtual model of the world in pulsing framework of their fragile brain. Their individual voices, trickling bright as single rivulets of private thought that curl down verbal fields of mountain slopes, merge together in larger flow of dreams to blend in world view everybody shares till all our different views form one great sea. With deft hands trained by Muse of lyric voice I weave eight billion threads of conscious minds in global tapestry of human hope so all our special colors intertwined depict with honor Mother of Mankind embodied by Queen Juno Sospita. Our Savior Mother Queen with gleaming eyes, who wears goatskin cap with strength-curling horns, brandishes brass spear with emerald blade, and shakes long sun-drenched tresses with pizzaz while dancing on porch of her temple hall to melody that Phoebus strums with joy. Our many voices blend in one great cry that swells with brutal ecstasy of faith while we leap high toward Glow Cloud of respect through bold transfiguration of our souls from individuals desperate to survive to commune bonding with vision we share. I stand alone on cloud-veiled mountain peak, arms spread with joy as wings of Icarus to sing my truth with private voice of hope that channels voices of humanity so all conflicting dreams blend in one dream where every soul shares Earth as our great home. Because I disappear in teeming crowd and lose my self in vast humanity, I find my true self deep inside my heart designed by First Mother all humans share, for Juno Sospita wakes in us all, brothers and sisters on one turning 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, February 14, 2026
Queen Juno Sospita
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Orpheus directs choir of eight billion humans to sing one harmonious song of political hope for equality of justice and liberty for all.
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