Duty As Cosmic Herald © Surazeus 2023 01 01 The chemical flow of life spirals on day by day to compose eternities that shimmer weird when I wake each new dawn to measure our progress through centuries that narrate our evolution from atoms with mythological dramas in axioms. For silver mist of midwinter spotlights unspoken sorrow of the faceless souls who live all around me in mute streetlights programmed by hunger to perform their roles designed by unspoken concept of fate exercised behind the heavenly gate. Rain-wet leaves pungent from orange ruefulness squish under my shoes with arrogant hope that trees will sprout again with fruitfulness through another season we try to cope while stumbling on the road of life at random till we are too old to act based on wisdom. As long as I keep waking from weird dream I rise from grave of nothingness to walk among apple trees blooming by gold stream to sit alone on the Salvador Rock and gaze with wonder at our shining world to evade my duty as cosmic herald. The invisible dome of our world view, constructed from stories everyone knows, crumbles around us in time to renew global energy through religious shows where priests hypnotize our minds with sweet lies till social rebellion of mental spies. The Weeping Jester with ten thousand mouths breaks open locked doors of doctrinal truth to expose all sacred beliefs as myths through revelation of messiah sleuth who leads us stumbling up three steps to Heaven at eerie riddles of the Laughing Raven. Six emperors of global superstates play board game of Surrounding the House in political bid to control the Fates and generate children with loyal spouse because Blind Princess in the Ivory Tower rejects exercise of absolute power. Awakened by lightning strike in my brain that resurrects my spirit from despair, I wander vast cities of Earth in rain with Lamp of Hope that glimmers faint with care because I will not try and save the world to embrace my duty as cosmic herald.
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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