Fourth Angel Jupiter Sends © Surazeus 2023 06 05 Slouching against brick wall of Raven Pub, Jake Kalinsky points to the west and grins, "All the cities and towns across America are nothing more than suburbs of New York where Fortune bestows fame on fools and jerks, so I would be the Jester, not the King." Watching the global beauty pageant show where tall slim priestesses strut on bright stage, Joan White shakes hair over her face and frowns, "Why am I not the one shining with life? I am no different than these beauty queens except I refuse to compete for fame." Racing motorbike over bridge of death toward ancient mountain of the howling moon, Jake searches for beauty in misty gloom till his heart spreads raven wings to soar high above endless maze of shining glass towers where wingless angels wait in silent rooms. Shelving library books with precise hands, skirt swooshing as she pushes the book cart, Joan ponders mystery of romantic love, then gazes at hundreds of shining towers where she sees wizard on the motorbike transform into the raven with gold eyes. Gazing down at the endless maze of myths, Jake shouts in gusts of wind to men in cars, "People of America, listen well. I am the fourth angel Jupiter sends to proclaim coming of messiah sleuth for I am the cosmic herald of truth." Cradling Phial of Galadriel, that hangs at her breast, with gentle care, Joan proclaims, "Hail Earendel, brightest of wingless angels, sent by Goden to people of Gothinia, I see pure light that shimmers in your heart emanate from God Eye of the White Whole." Staring at his face in the fountain pool, which shimmers like gold mask of Agamemnon, Jake Kalinsky floats entranced in weird vision till voice of the goddess echoes from light so he turns startled to see fragile woman transform from raven of the mushroom moon. Offering the hamburger and lemonade to the strange man with eyes full of despair, Joan White sits with him by the fountain pool where they chat about the meaning of life to share tales about fierce monsters of legends, laughing in love as the sun gleams at dawn.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, June 5, 2023
Fourth Angel Jupiter Sends
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