Book Of Dragon Dreams © Surazeus 2023 12 27 Running forever in red freezing rain, as described in lost Book of Dragon Dreams, I chase the moon crow before she can wane to silver fish that swim high mountain streams now flushed with orange toxic chemical slime that poisons beauty of stark fractal time. Searching the South Boston Aquarium for demons marked in Book of Dragon Dreams, I find still wandering toward Elysium ghosts of soldiers drowned in meandering streams where the god Scamander laughs at their pride because in war there is no noble side. Singing in old white church on the town green, illustrated in Book of Dragon Dreams, I place ring on finger of Melusine to divide the world in factional teams who fight over whose religion is right before Earth is destroyed by nuclear light. Observing stone statue of Union Soldier, whose blood inks words in Book of Dragon Dreams, I battle Beelzebub with shepherd crozier in cahoots with brave social justice teams to block the dictator from taking power so I can save Rapunzel from the tower. Evolving from fish into motor car, in grades described in Book of Dragon Dreams, I drive too fast for fate to twist my star by dividing thought in ideal morphemes which clowns assemble in puzzle of truth to prophesy our world messiah sleuth. Defining chaos of existing forms through formulas in Book of Dragon Dreams, I measure spiral flux of lightning storms based on numbers as conceptual morphemes on which we build global democracy to standardize justice through liberty. Parking my starship on the Rainbow Bridge between worlds mapped in Book of Dragon Dreams, I search for secret garden of the witch, whose face mirrors weird beauty of moonbeams, where she paints accurate map of the world so I perform my role as cosmic herald. Waiting for old world order to dissolve, as predicted in Book of Dragon Dreams, I calculate how Mankind will evolve to wingless angel whose honor redeems millions of slaves from prison of the mind where statue of Nobody stands enshrined.
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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