Graveyard Of Gods © Surazeus 2023 08 29 Lost in dark shady sadness of stark vale where Saturn slumbers by time-deadened stream, I find beside him on foul sodden ground, listless and unsceptered on ancient Earth, Apollo and Jesus in trance of death, near powerless as fallen deities. Not so alone as he was long ago that ancient god, who once ruled stormy skies, stares with faded eyes at our modern world cluttered with sprawling cities of glass towers, wondering how proud usurpers of his power have come to join him in graveyard of gods. They once created worlds with shining words, commanding loud with magic spells of truth nameless people to build grand monuments that reflect enormous strength of their will to sift our atom-universe with voice of confidence in rightness of their choice. Yet Law of Nature that enforces change of constant transformation in new forms pushed these proud gods of arrogant respect from veritable pedestal of truth to fall in ever-shifting flow of time for they are neither beginning nor end. From swirling chaos of parental gloom light blooms from primal egg of everything to flare forth from first flash of the big bang that spirals atoms into galaxies which nurture planets rich with conscious beings who fancy themselves first parents of truth. I join three gods by stream of constant change, still as stone in garden of paradise cluttered with thousands of once-divine gods worshipped by millions of vast empire states who all are now mute skeletons in graves, though I see their faces clear in my mind. Gods who epitomize spirits of nations to embody greatest virtues of empires shine bright as long as tribes they symbolize thrive on fertile river shores of honest faith, but turn to stone when their worshippers die, and dream forever in graveyard of gods. While I sit among statues of dead gods, gazing with curious awe at face of Jesus, latest god to fall from bright height of Heaven, Athena gives me lyre Hermes designed, so I strum strings and chant grand epic tale about philosophers, seekers of truth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, August 29, 2023
Graveyard Of Gods
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