Goddess Of United Earth © Surazeus 2023 08 02 Dream Jester calls me on the telephone to explain the joke about modern life defining how each individual soul creates their own meaning for how to live by choosing which illusions to believe in as we wander on signless roads to Heaven. Carving soul-haunted flute from dragon bone, which I find in tangled hair of my wife, I compose weird play to present god role based on the fool who taught us how to give, so balance of our fortune comes out even when I receive mushrooms from the Moon Raven. So many beautiful people I love, though I never knew them before they died, disappear in the bleak heart-breaking hum of death that blinds me with eternal light though I visit each stage in evolution which I must suffer to attain salvation. When the Dream Jester knocks on my house door we sit together by the glowing hearth to compose Ballad of the Nevermore that would heal broken hearts with tender mirth, since world prophet dies alone at train station as I translate spells from skull of the Thracian. When I meet Minerva on road of time we walk together on the mountain trail, discussing how humans evolve from slime till second coming of King Percival, then sleep together under Tree of Knowledge while our children attend World Magic College. Dream Jester leads me to the Promised Land where kind zombies worship their Vampire King, so I search truth of ever-shifting sand to forge from anguish one world-binding ring that gives me verbal power to embellish myths of heroes preachers want to abolish. With noble intent to free men from fear we fight to save all economic slaves, lead by Artemis who rides the swift deer in revolution from illusion caves, till our mission is countered by men jealous that our world view resembles the vine trellis. When Gaia returns in starship of clones we crown her Goddess of United Earth because she knocks all tyrants off gold thrones, then teaches us secret of soul rebirth, so we build state of universal justice ruled by equality of Mother Tellus.
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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