Where We Find No Heaven © Surazeus 2023 07 21 How brick walls breathe in sorrow of my words reminds me how brave Catallus declaims compassion of sad girls by sparkling streams who pluck strings of kitharas with despair that love could fill void of their aching hearts with power to generate new life from death. So while I wander lost in city maze of asphalt streets that radiate hot despair I dream of how cool breeze of sparkling streams might soon refresh my heart with eager hope till I trudge with large crowd of silent men to work in factory halls constructing cars. My hands, which my ancestors used to plant crops that flourish gold in windy fields, now grip steel instruments of industry as thought tools through manifest destiny to build swift time machines of mortal hope for fierce ambitious men to conquer Heaven. By driving cars fast on highways of hope we mortal humans gear anxiety through motivation of aggressive drive to overcome stark nothingness of death in national campaign to conquer Heaven which transforms our paradise into Hell. Converting wings of Icarus to steel, Daedalus teaches frail humanity how to escape hard gravity of fear as we ascend on propellers of passion through brave velocity of bright illusion to soar among clouds where we find no Heaven. As I soar gliding high above the Earth on brave wings of Icarus, which I forge from zealous faith that I can enter Heaven, I remember how my ancestors dreamed of finding that celestial realm of beauty where some faceless God rules our destiny. Ten thousand years we humans walked on Earth, yet gazed at clouds of black storm or gold calm with guiding faith that high above those swirls God reigns in Heaven of unchanging forms, but now I fly above our spinning sphere where we find no Heaven in the vast void. When I return to Earth from seeking Heaven to land my airplane on authentic truth I walk with time-bound human family with strange glow of pure passion for this life shining bright as beacon of honest faith that we create Heaven now here on Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, July 21, 2023
Where We Find No Heaven
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