Honest Avalonian Knights © Surazeus 2023 01 12 Escaping crowded city of lost souls, I wander carelessly in sundrenched meadow, happy to escape economic goals that cling to me like my desperate shadow, so I search for God through the telescope as my soul shrinks from numbing buzz of hope. Shocked by strange beauty of our spinning world, that blinds my eyes to stark horror of death, I search every church for the cosmic herald, but find only preachers who sell like meth hope for the afterlife to naive fools who pass laws to enforce mind-control rules. Sitting by dark pool where Narcissus died, I listen to strange music of the water which slithers into my heart spoiled by pride that my mind was designed by Magna Mater who teaches me geometry of light that helps me realign the wrong with right. I call into cruel darkness of desire to comprehend obvious wisdom I lack but I hear no hymn of the angel choir since only Echo ever answers back to tell me why Eurydice has gone to cave of illusions with Sarpedon. No man has ever ruled America unless he descends from the Lion King, so I found new nation of Onatah where every soul can wear the magic ring bestowing guardian shield of equal rights enforced by honest Avalonian knights. By wielding sword of justice with bold heart I work to sustain new order of Earth designed for ideal state by the star chart, but Saturn teaches me what peace is worth, inspired by satire of the mocking jester to steal law crown from the self-proclaimed master. Yet when Apollo drinks blood of the lamb and dances wild with Bacchae at midnight, he proves religion is grand social scam that numbs minds of zombies with holy rite which crucifies the rebel with a cause in war between Jesus and Santa Claus. I never find God in the telescope for he is Idea of the Tribal Leader that manifests in prophets preaching hope idolized as God by the truth crusader who declares himself emperor of the world till he falls destroyed by the cosmic herald.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, January 12, 2023
Honest Avalonian Knights
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