Home Of The River Woman © Surazeus 2023 01 14 My face is the sign on the road of hope that leads war refugees through the waste land where they work together learning to cope with hunger for books in the broken hand as they are welcomed home by river woman whose cheerful smile controls the shadow demon. The crystal moon inside the Pantheon generates psychic power to recharge my mental battery on Mount Helicon so I tour estates on my royal barge while wearing gold crown of the river woman who gave birth to immortal shadow demon. Brewing honey tea from bark of the birch, while lounging on arch of angelic fool, I explain how to organize the church based on concept of the soul-searching school contrived by wisdom of the river woman who wears ancient mask of the shadow demon. I refuse to suffer cruel ridicule because my face changes shape every day so I preach mercy of the molecule that scatters galaxies in water spray enough to flood home of the river woman whose chanted spell conjures the shadow demon. Born as wingless angel from pretty ghoul, whose black hair writhes serpents of everywhere, I distill my love into glass ampoule used by tyrants for chemical warfare, yet they cannot defeat the river woman for she manipulates the shadow demon. The Japanese Maple by the stone wall shimmers with fragile grace of the blind queen who designs process of the waterfall through liquid light controlled by Melusine who appears unveiled as the river woman whose flashing eyes entrance the shadow demon. Religion is stories that bind our minds with one world view canonized into faith so I map how weird theology unwinds to reveal idols lost in maze of myth who all choose to worship the river woman whose hands coordinate the shadow demon. My face is mirror of ten thousand gods who ask me to reincarnate their souls when they assemble in new justice squads through oscillation of opposing poles which illuminates face of river woman, bright in contrast with the dark shadow demon.
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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