Idol Of The Faceless God © Surazeus 2023 01 23 This inauspicious day when no birds fly displays law of conservation of mass where pulsing entities of energy will never be created or destroyed for they are rearranged in waves of space so I become owl spirit of my heart. I have no panegyric of grand thoughts to praise mad emperor of the seven worlds before assembly of all global kings who fight each other for lush vales of fruit while children of all nations attend school to learn how we evolve from ocean slime. Great cities at the heart of world empires always grow at the mouths of major rivers controlled by gangsters with weapons of death who crown the meanest bully as their king and then declare it treason to oppose rule of his first son appointed by God. The small boy crouches in the apple tree, clutching stick and stone with his trembling hands, breathes deeply, then leaps on back of the wolf to fight the snarling devil to the death, and, after feasting on its divine soul, he wears its fur as cloak of divine power. The werewolf, holding love wand and truth orb, ascends small ziggurat past watching crowd, his wolf-fur cloak blowing in ocean wind, then confiscates the gold spiked crown of jewels from the old blind man who demands respect, and crowns himself new Emperor of Earth. Transforming into statue of white marble, the living god becomes the worshipped idol that stands ten thousand years on pyramid constructed on the skulls of weeping slaves as empires rise and fall in tides of change till nothing remains but the faceless god. Climbing pyramid of one shining eye, I face the idol of the faceless god who symbolizes leader of the tribe because the living man who plays his role personifies the spirit of the nation as incarnation of the Divine Mind. When the owl flies across the starry sky, at the global inauguration rite where people of Earth vote for who plays God, I write his name and deeds in Book of Power to record brief reign of another king who becomes idol of the faceless god.
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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