Scream Of The Butterfly © Surazeus 2023 08 06 I can still hear scream of the butterfly after four hundred million years of dream swimming upward from hydrothermal vents to crawl fresh-water rivers of desire then rise from lake of dreams at dawn of hope and climb huge apple tree toward the red moon. I would translate scream of the butterfly to clever riddles of the snarky priest who prances on the flat-top pyramid to entertain First Mother of Mankind when she invents religion to inspire bonds of fellowship at our tribal feast. I shiver at scream of the butterfly that opens third eye of my divine brain to dream creation of the universe how the first flash flares forth from the big bang to spiral into galaxies of suns that nurture worlds teeming with conscious brains. I hum spell with scream of the butterfly to harmonize electric coils of thoughts that vibrate souls in tune with honest love at surging undulation of brain waves radiant with atomic coils of truth till I laugh at absurdity of life. I live long with scream of the butterfly reflecting nameless face of cosmic mind who watches me from hundred billion eyes when Sun Spider Goddess wakes in my brain so I feel every conscious soul alive on every planet in our universe. I go mad from scream of the butterfly that echoes loud from voices of the dead who haunt me with stark absence of their souls because I channel anguish of their hearts through words of monologues that I proclaim in crowded Theater of the Absurd. I grow wise with scream of the butterfly that radiates from glass television screen through spiraling eyes of the Buddha Toad who chants eternal hum of cosmic thought while tripping on her scarlet mushroom throne at one with spirit of our universe I am one with scream of the butterfly who speaks through each persona I design with arcane riddles of the Oracle since Sibyl walks the Rainbow Bridge of Faith to lead our lost tribe to the Promised Land where Phoebus lives on Brickleberry Ridge.
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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