Old Shadow Book Of Why © Surazeus 2022 01 04 Writing tale of Lost Princess I adore with blood words in old shadow book of why, I question moral conclusions of laws that define etiquette in castle courts where angels stab each other in the back in competition to win heart of God. Assembling puzzle of global events recorded in old shadow book of why, I analyze power moves of politics fought between brothers in the game of thrones to calculate divine decrees of fate with fraught formulas of the social state. Wandering jester of the dead honey tree, whose eyes bleed in old shadow book of why, plays crystal flute on shore of the Black Sea, heart aching with desire for the Wolf Girl who hunts darting deer in Tellurian Wood far from stone tower where her mother weeps. Discussing events on the radio show, dissected from old shadow book of why, I preach salvation of the arcane spell carved on cement wall of the factory where sons of angels assemble new cars we drive on highways to the Promised Land. Riding the whirlwind of global events, encrypted in old shadow book of why, to fight for freedom from cruel monarchy, I walk bleak wind-swept plains of Scythia to find the pool from which the Volga springs where Zorya welcomes me home with a kiss. Constructing castle from skulls of dead gods with plans drawn in old shadow book of why, so I can keep my family safe from harm, I kneel before fane on Mount Helicon where skull of Orpheus prophesies how men and women choose each other to love. Solving weird riddles invented by Death that sizzle in old shadow book of why, I journey from Arabia to Guilin to follow highway my ancestors blazed on quest to find cave where Helius was born so I can understand my ancient soul. Running with horses on vast Scythian plain where trees sprout from old shadow book of why, I harness forward motion of desire to build global empire of fertile farms where children play free in paradise lost till they invent concept of God from fear.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
Old Shadow Book Of Why
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