Let Us Live Together © Surazeus 2023 08 19 No more in wandering on the spinning Earth can I return to lush Ausonian shore where swift Diana runs in misty woods with spear of Aeneas to hunt the boar which Janus roasts on altar of hot flames in shining temple of Mercurius. With Asmodeus I climb rugged hills to find the secret cave of bubbling wells in foothills of snow-capped Mount Damavand where Anahita taught me how to sing yet stands now frozen as idol of stone smiling ten thousand years with light of stars. I would return to shining marble halls on Mount Olympus where my father reigns with Scepter of Wisdom to control chaos of human desire with organized games that manage psychic energy of hope with heart-enchanting illusions of faith. Since paradise of blossoming fruit trees is always surrounded by high stone walls, I would play slave, or cook, or groom, or guard, or God ruling with gold scepter of death, who assigns roles to each obedient soul or casts out demons of disharmony. Shifting gears and turning wheel of my fate, I drive time-machine chariot of Ezekiel in endless quest for weird truth to explore maze of streets in vast city of the world with global map Sabazius designed that guides my journey to the Promised Land. Achilles plays tragedy of his fate against destruction of the market city, Odysseus plays comedy of his fate in city he guards on his secret isle, and Aeneas plays romance of his fate in city he builds with the skulls of kings. Since Mother Nature, who creates our souls from slime sparked alive with light of the stars, blooms indifferent to our fragile lives, she sweeps the cluttered Earth with hurricanes and wild floods to wash her fertile hills clean, then beams with joy when we survivors thrive. Though floods destroy vast cities humans built and tyrants fight to control teeming tribes, still we marry and raise children with love for frail humans are transient flames of hope that flicker in eternal storm of life, so let us live together till we die.
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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