Waking Up Over The Aeneid © Surazeus 2023 06 08 The sun is bleeding stories on the page, unnumbered souls of nameless people swirled by restless wind across landscape of time who worship concept of their king as god, by subjugating conquered tribes as slaves, till we live free to surf the internet. Each person sitting alone in their room ignores how sunlight shimmers on the wall as they type thoughts and tales in dreamless squares to post their hopes and fears on social sites for strangers to like, or argue their case, while we all ponder, "Who am I, and why?" The Child of Aphrodite gives me book about the ancient hero who forsook his true love for his glorious destiny to found empire on nationality that still thrives on this fertile continent ruled by the arrogantly confident. When ghost of Pallas wanders Congress halls to howl at horror of the deficit then Raven King will leap through mirror door to battle hungry vampire of the church who hoards the laughing skulls of long-dead kings in desperate search to find lost magic rings. At midnight when the moon still blazes black we dance around the funeral pyres of gods to celebrate rebirth of ancient pride when warriors spring from snake teeth in the soil where corn radiates sweet energy of love from heart of Onatah, eternal queen. Translucent mask she wears on stage of fame reflects obsessions of our aching hearts so we march bold in grand parade of power with stately tears that working men conceal to follow Turnus down the signless road who waves star-spangled banner at the sky. The elephants of Carthage trample truth with laws that shackle women with their greed by banning books that expose racist hate till noble warrior of democracy breaks bloody rifle of blind tyranny by sacrificing his life to save ours. I would sit quietly in my safe home and map whole history of humanity but gray-eyed Athena demands I rise and strike with Wand of Zambor to destroy system of privilege that the rich employ in vain attempt to crucify the clown.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, June 8, 2023
Waking Up Over The Aeneid
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