Safe In The Parthenon © Surazeus 2023 03 28 The strangeness of how gold grass smiles at me startles my mind from timeless reverie to float in shining now eternally as all my memories swirl into one stream that encodes my soul with beautiful dream which all my nameless ancestors program. Yet I prefer lax repose of the slouch, lazy as Damocles on velvet couch with slacker attitude of the mind touch through imitation of the winding flow that rivers choose on their journey from snow as they meander to the sparkling sea. So in warm sunlight on Parnassus hill I roast strips of beef on hot temple grill while chatting with Despair about Free Will because, as mute soul lost in the new world, I hide sacred book of the cosmic herald from the dream tyrant who sneers on the threshold. For none can hear strange song of the skylark who leads war refugees to the state park where Cronus teaches them code of the quark that pulses at heart of our universe so we evade mockery of the god curse since Minerva keeps our souls in her purse. Awake before vast shadow of the well, I wait for Juturna, with crystal bell, to teach me secret of communal spell which conjures demon from heart of the human who charges us rent to live in his Heaven though I metamorph into the Moon Raven. Another angry boy, twisted with hate of toxic passion to control our fate, shoots people dead who hide behind the gate that cannot protect us in paradise because we refuse to pay karma price since Death always cheats us with loaded dice. Safe in the Parthenon, I write my goals that measure achievement of normal roles I play to admire beauty of young foals who whip their tales and prance in apple grove as hungry wolves hunt for the treasure trove that Plato hides as shadow in his cave. Because he has nothing worthwhile to say about desperate sorrow when people pray Cronus chooses to follow his own way recording history of humanity around how jesters prove insanity is diamond-studded crown of vanity.
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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