Concept Of The World-State © Surazeus 2023 11 25 So far away among the silent woods I hear soft whisper of the lonely river translate excited laughter of wild birds because they think the haughty horse is clever for never wanting to follow old trails till the blind prophet delivers his letter. Alone in shadow of the empty church, I think about bright smile of my lost lover who walks across wet meadow to my porch, eager to show me secrets birds uncover among skulls of nameless warriors in vales shrouded in melancholy of rain patter. While I ponder progress of my false fate in stark relation to uncanny matter I hide weird trinkets in the cabinet that looms in late evening glow by the ladder connecting busy market streets of Hell with grandiose hall of huge mirrors in Heaven. Presenting myself as the candidate most qualified to guard the frontier border, I deconstruct concept of the world-state as basis for the coming New World Order in which I rule beside the Odin Well with wise counsel from the celestial raven. While feasting beside my mute grave of time on mental concept of elastic reason, I perceive glorious vision of the name that embodies rebellious soul of Phaethon who drives fast motor car in race with Death to prove he rules Earth as the stoic heathen. Recording tales of heroes in the tome that changes tenor with each passing season, I sit on judgment throne in pantheon dome to assess masks of loyalty and treason when I play God before the monolith to encourage spirits of my lost brethren. Laughing with courage in the face of doom after I drink sweet honey mushroom potion, I measure spirits hidden in the room who vote as one mind to approve the notion that we are characters in some lost myth, connected by riddles of synesthesia. Awed by the giant heart-vibrating storm that rumbles over mirror of the ocean, I sing with ecstasy beyond the norm about how atoms animate soul motion through flame of fate embodied by star wraith who helps me rule Empire of Anglonesia.
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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