Hanging Out With Gabriel © Surazeus 2022 12 15 Hanging out with Gabriel in the Dream Cave, after we eat mushroom brain of Star Raven, I comprehend code spell of the sea wave which conjures vision of Idea Heaven where spectral forms of things persist as words that program my brain with tweets of thought birds. Grasping serpentine runes from Well of Odin, after I fall nine days and nights from Heaven, I prophesy world peace of Armageddon in new Holy Scripture of the Star Raven who guides my journey across the Waste Land to world amusement park of Wonderland. Bearing Holy Scripture my Muse dictates, based on algorithm of social vibes, I teach art of writing to mute primates who congregate at gathering of the tribes while I sit entranced under Irminsul to brainstorm design of the psychic tool. Assembling scattered nations of the world every year to pray at the Idol Cube, I proclaim coming of the cosmic herald who cracks jokes on the television tube in proverbs that puzzle the New World Order designed by street wisdom of the skateboarder. Following Orpheus from Cave of Fear, where all my ancestors call my weird name, I fall in love with graceful Guinevere who lures me into her romantic game where I perform role of her troubadour who sings tales from books of forgotten lore. Singing in Ivory Tower of blind faith, where my mother Rapunzel pines for love, I invent weird concept of the Star Wraith who watches us live from Heaven above because I see my face in Glowing Cloud when I prophesy to the market crowd. Waiting for Gabriel ten million years, while I evolve from chimp to wingless angel, I tune language to music of the spheres encoding timeless truth in fairy tale that children share around campfires at night to analyze strife between wrong and right. Hanging out with Gabriel in the Ghost Church, after we eat fruit from Garden of Eden, I record journey of my global search to find the gem-charged chariot of Phaeton so I can fly above our maze of myths to carve new tales on cyber megaliths.
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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