Wolf Sea Scrolls © Surazeus 2022 01 24 Because we humans know that we will die and disappear through all eternity we mold soft clay of rivers into bowls so we can analyze how swift birds fly that might predict thought of modernity where free people invent their own life roles. Though whispers of the trees may not show how we choose kind words we speak most carefully the devil watches us from shadowed wells when he demands we each fulfill our vow to honor program we code artfully at melancholy ringing of church bells. Because I choose to map the ancient way my dead ancestors followed wordlessly I search for truth at placid waterfalls that flow in grottoes where blind angels pray to dream how atoms spiral ceaselessly by always swirling into gaseous balls. Since wingless angel tricks me with her ploy to teach me honest tricks of courtesy I sell insurance of ennui to fools always too eager to purchase fake joy invested in success of argosy that sails to town where weeping kings make tools. Because my sorrow leaves no tracks in snow I build Heaven with mental circuitry to design world empire with psychic tales based on prophecy of the scarlet crow who crowns me master of dream carpentry valued by gold coins that glitter in scales. Alone in valley of the apple tree where wild children eat fruit of sanity I discuss philosophy with moon owls who teach me how to forge atomic key that cleanses aching hearts with comedy so we dance by the lake where the wolf howls. Because messiah sleuth designs the clue that guides me to dark cave of honesty I compose new scripture of social rules to program story code for weird world view that praises search for truth with modesty recording evolution in brain jewels. Awake on signless road to Zarthamaw as wily wizard on my odyssey I dream memories of my ancestral souls who appear in every picture I draw to structure concepts through ontology concealed as riddles in the Wolf Sea Scrolls.
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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