Ancient Secret Of Happiness © Surazeus 2023 02 08 She turns every sign backward with sly smirk to misdirect true way to paradise while visiting her lover by god tree that blossoms from foul rotten corpse of Zeus in ancient forest where blind demons lurk since terrible beauty of life is free. She walks the signless road to Avalon where ravens gossip on telephone lines about celebrities of the art world who dare defy world state authority by making beautiful art that presents different ways to define reality. She calls the blind bard on the telephone because she loves the way his songs confound businessmen who analyze profit scale based on the flower in hand of the child who knows ancient secret of happiness that motivates the latest holy war. She opens book of stories on the desk where magic runes contain souls of dead gods conjured up by eyes of readers who dream how we must fight back against tyranny then give each living soul inalienable right to pursue their happiness into Hell. She runs through milling crowd of refugees forever toward the man with hidden wings to welcome him home from the sixth world war while he wanders the bright museum maze, so they hold hands and chat with Willow Tree about ghost of the girl in the locked door. She hides idol of Zeus in fertile womb to raise him as her first-born son with rules constraining fierce aggression of his lust so he can reign on ziggurat of skulls over vast empire his father designs to organize skilled labor of our hands. She molds mud of the Earth into my body, and weaves sunlight into my dreaming brain, then conjures strike of lightning from Tiwaz which sparks awake my conscious state of being so I observe the world with curious eye to comprehend the true nature of things. She wears global mask of our deathless mother who remembers first flash of the big bang by teaching me how to sing magic spells so I can play role of messiah sleuth performing quest to find the Holy Grail at second coming of 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
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