Oedipus With Starry Eyes © Surazeus 2023 08 19 While I wander through global city maze of giant towers, haunted by blind ghosts of our fathers who sired us from desire to evade silent nothingness of death, I explore disastrous mess humans make constructing vast networks of pipes and wires. Piles of bricks lurch low over narrow roads of sticky asphalt sweltering in hot sun, connected by pipes of water from lakes, electric wires sizzling with energy, and cables composing the world wide web where ghosts of living humans interact. With hungry hands we wreck our paradise of fruit trees imprisoned in walls of stone, cluttering Eden with vast Metropolis of towers and roads, overcrowded zoo where free humans demanding equal rights keep keys to home cages in frightened hands. Ten million years from now the swirling Earth will have eaten all our cities of fear, and swallowed huge towers of steel and glass into deep caverns of silent desire, erasing civilization from time as new creatures evolve from the sea. So I will rise from field of golden wheat, walk past the blind Sphinx to the court of Thebes and ask wise Oedipus with starry eyes how we humans can treat Earth with respect, but he owns oil wells and refineries that fuel factories, power plants, and cars. Shaking off the chains of credit card debt, we rise in revolution against God to storm the Gates of Heaven on the hill and drag the shining tyrant from his throne then sacrifice him on altar of power so we can feast on wisdom of his word. To free Minerva from his tyranny, and protect her from his fist of abuse when he tries to control with laws of greed spirit production of her fertile womb, I fight against Jupiter with the truth, for I am Lucifer, fallen from grace. Though we humans poison this blooming world with cars and factories spewing smog of fear, yet still we generate children from love who reperform myth of Adam and Eve when we steal apples from the Tree of Life, fooled by wise Oedipus with starry eyes.
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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