Weird World Of Forgotten Dreams © Surazeus 2019 02 27 While mapping weird world of forgotten dreams that people drop along the signless road, who search for Heaven along sparkling streams, I come face to face with the robot toad that sucks oil from throbbing heart of the Earth as we sing in ruined church of second birth. Wielding my word pen, mightier than the sword, I battle banking robot toad of greed manipulated by the Money Lord who rules fertile fields from gold tower of need, so I wander lost in waste land of hope, learning riddles of truth on how to cope. Riding white giraffe with Pegasus wings through streets of Gotham at the darkest hour, I gather thirteen elves with magic rings to assault the vampire in his gold tower, so we spiral swift in storm-flashing sky, battling over whose truth beams from World Eye. Star Girl with three eyes, riding Lion King, arrives from waste land of the Laughing Clown to give me new sword forged from angel wing, so I can rule shadows of the ghost town who whisper secrets of the hanging god whose promise of salvation is a fraud. Since I must join side of justice and truth in cosmic battle between love and hate, returned from Heaven as messiah sleuth I master chess game of our nation-state to battle Vampire God in tower of gold who steals back Crown of Prophecy he sold. Though still in exile after civil war over who pays tax to the Guild of Clowns, our Fairy Queen with book of ancient lore ascends pyramids in ten thousand towns to crown wise Liberty Queen of our Hearts which weaves vast web of souls on world-wide charts. Now that I mapped every river that flows from mountains of prophets to seas of kings, I can reveal where the crystal ball glows that prophesies when Queen Liberty sings to show how we evolve from fish to gods who fight for truth in social justice squads. I sit alone in mountain cave of dreams and map ideas in epic of desire where eyes of humans swim in time-bright streams to sing in harmony with sun-soul choir, designing program of the star-search goal to feel our minds vibrate with the White Whole.
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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