Global Jesuvian Empire © Surazeus 2023 03 26 The old bearded man sits in the wood chair on the front porch of the shack in the woods and watches Glow Cloud swirl across the sky. As faceless Emperor of Jesuvia, which spans America, Europe, and Russia, he rules one global empire from Israel. Watching his face shimmer in the Glow Cloud that hovers over global city maze, Jesuvius ponders nature of the self that glows as idol in the conscious mind. Because the past is haunted by the future the future is tormented by the past. Picking up the lost Stone of Resurrection and waving the Wand of Ultimate Power, Jesuvius proclaims to the forest creatures his latest decree that all human beings are born with equal rights through liberty. Blind raven in the distance caws reply. Dropping the rock and the stick in the dust, the old man wanders along sparkling stream while pondering how to design new programs which solve all socio-economic issues, but stops by waterfall of wordless angst to ask the gold-eyed owl why we will die. Wearing Cloak of Invisibility, that hides hungry horror of his mute heart, Jesuvius smiles at beauty of the rose. Alone in vast forest of humming pines, the old man with eyes silver as the sea sings about the people he met in life. Ruling the global Jesuvian Empire, by doing nothing as he sits all day, Jesuvius carves runes on trunks of old trees while horses gallop on Highway to Heaven. The book of ancient tales falls from his hand so ghosts of heroes escape on frail wings. Surrounded by the nameless ghosts of Earth, from every human who has ever lived, Jesuvius dreams the drama of their lives that streams in history of the spinning globe to record their lives in Epic of Amen, First Mother of the Jesuvian Empire. Resting in the hammock on the high hill, while butterflies flutter around his head, Jesuvius watches nations of the Earth fight each over who rules each land while statue of Apollo by the lake declares nothing about changing his life.
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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