Terrestrial God © Surazeus 2023 09 22 When that Terrestrial God inside my heart sees me as Nameless Stranger in her eye I feel gray mundane world of changing forms catch fire with bright atomic flame of truth that glows from core of each material body so Earth transforms into divine Elysium. So when she comes from woods of shadowed gloom as mirror glowing brighter than full moon new rising from abyss of swirling waves, sly Muse finds me passed out on temple floor, prone figure half paralyzed amid ruins of ancient prophecies on fractured tablets. Mistaking her for grim Angel of Death, I call her Azrael with raspy voice of prayer that she treat me with prim respect when she escorts my soul to Cave of Hades, but she assures me with waterfall voice she is Urania come to give me wisdom. Together strolling grove of apple trees along the rueful river Cocytus, my Muse and I ascend long winding trail to shining hill at center of Elysium where bright Apollo on gold throne of skulls strums lyre of Mercury with nimble hands. Mistaking me for Tantalus, or Sisyphus, then squinting at my face with silver eyes, Apollo welcomes me to join his feast at large Round Table, carved from marble slab by blind Daedalus, so I sit with caution to accept Holy Grail with purple wine. How like gleaming waves of the wine-eyed sea, dark purple waters that reflect sunlight with sharp heart-piercing rays of anxious hope, sweet nectar in emerald-encrusted grail presents weird face of that Stranger I am, so with eager passion I drink its power. Head buzzing with strange visions of Sad Girl dancing with energetic angst of faith, I snatch tortoise-shell lyre of Mercury to strum ecstatic strings of honest rage and sing Hymn to Themis Orpheus wrote before Eudaimonia tore off his head. While writing my new hymn with raven quill to praise First Mother of the human race, with spell that sparks dream to swell in my heart, I sense Terrestrial God expand my mind till I become whole Universe of Light that flashes clear in neurons of my brain.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, September 22, 2023
Terrestrial God
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