Sell Beauty To The Hungry © Surazeus 2023 01 12 Sad spirits of the dead float on the breeze to talk with voice of birds in lonely trees that binds the world of television screens in clockwork orange of arrogant machines because the world we see cannot be real except the apple cart with broken wheel. I call to Heraclitus by the stream who tells me world of atoms that I dream flows ever onward in cycles of change renewing concept of the mental strange so I step in vast river of my thoughts which never is the same for cosmonauts. Though swept away by current of events beyond control of kings and presidents, I swim across weird ocean of pure light to stand on island of the apple sprite who takes my hand with sparkle in her eye and leads me through bookless temple of why. We stand before bright Mirror of Desire to dream how humans learned to manage fire which leads to forging swords of thought control where mortal gods give each person their role to play in cosmic dramas of our world till second coming of the cosmic herald. The pretty apple sprite with long black hair shows me doorway to the heavenly stair so we climb over rainbow of romance to mountain grove where alligators dance in communion with Star Mind in the sky who dreams forms of ideas in my eye. We walk together on the signless road to find pyramid of the singing toad whose spells design world ideology which describes our psychic biology surprised by joy when we transcend our pain in timeless hour as we dance in sweet rain. Composing new bible with secret code, that defines how atoms program dream node connecting distant worlds in star-wound net through magic power of the alphabet, I build new world view that combines all facts to beam opposites in strange parallax. I fill baskets with apples from tall trees in harmony with happy honey bees, then pull wood cart to busy city street by fountain where all roads of the world meet, and sell beauty to the hungry for truth who wait in church for the messiah sleuth.
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
Sell Beauty To The Hungry
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