Gamble With Random Luck © Surazeus 2022 12 31 The state of laughter in the world today that proves fertile romance can be oblique guides me beyond stone walls of paradise to wander the waste land where hope is bleak till I find mute statue of my soul mate that proves our relationship is unique. Holding hands with the ghost of my soul mate, I walk forever toward the singing oak where we decide to build our home and live with the lost colony of Roanoke to raise our children in the Evening Land in misty woods where ancient god-toads croak. Transforming into god with blazing eyes through spirit energy from the Star Lake, I wake as wingless angel with nine brains able to command the apple-tree snake who guides me through maze of the modern world so I can discern what is real or fake. Elected President of the Deep State, I build world prosperity by sheer fluke based on the principle of shared free will that not even the Devil can rebuke because I wield the Wand of Mercury that lets me control anger of the spook. Able to leap across the multiverse on my time-contorting wings of the hawk, I explore our modern world-city maze to find the sacred dream-key tomahawk Hiawatha gave to Son of the Crow who redesigns truth with the Vision Clock. Standing by world-city gates in the rain, I chant prophecies found in no real book which map weird history of humanity designed by faith of the temple priest-cook who invents religion to praise the hero who rescues his soul mate from the Fear Rook. Awake on snow mountain of holy truth after forty years on my soul-quest hike, I see how scattered peoples of the Earth unite with love to build the Seventh Reich where we do as we will if we harm none, till I fall off my psychedelic bike. Reborn as Raven on midsummer night, I dance amazed with my twin brother Puck to prove we are wingless angels of light who evolve from amoebas in sea muck because success in life is based on skill employed as we gamble with random luck.
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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