Free All Economic Slaves © Surazeus 2023 03 15 Though thoughtless stairway of the shadow mind takes me to bowels of the fractured Earth I almost fly on wings of Icarus but wake in metro station by the sea, staring at petals on the wet black bough that are not pale faces of lonely souls. The cosmic herald on the rain-gray horse appears from beams of light in psychic haze to prophesy rise of one global state that integrates puzzle of human nations with Chinese ideograms as verbal tags weaving our brains in divine world wide web. But rebels who favor the nationalist state form cruel confederacy of corporate kings who fight for right to enslave laborers too tired from working all day to support children who compete for the tattered laurel that falls from weary head of the blind seer. So I push red wheelbarrow full of dreams while working to construct the welfare state that cares for every person in the world who work together in conceptual mines to extract meaning from minerals of hope so we can feast in museum of tales. The cosmic herald on the throne of oak strums golden strings on lyre of Mercury and sings enchanting hymns to Liberty so we can free all economic slaves from gnawing hunger of the frantic mind mad with faith to comprehend the Star Wraith. But none will listen to the screaming tree who warns the proud official heads of state that global warming might soon energize demonic Glow Cloud of celestial wrath who wears the tarnished mask of Jupiter while lounging on the Himalaya Range. Because the cosmic herald of the Earth is new theophany of Apollon we gather in Stonehenge at flash of dawn to drink sweet wine as ichor of Earth God and dance with wild abandon of state laws in whirl that wakes the Phoenix of our hearts. After we dismantle white privilege that props the patriarchy on weak laws which gives advantage to fragility we build new global state based on just laws that provide equal rights to every soul so we generate life before we die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Free All Economic Slaves
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