Follow Chariot Of Phaethon © Surazeus 2023 12 06 Holding the White Rose of the Holy Ghost, I walk within walls of Jerusalem to find sacred stone on the mountain top where light of the sun once became the man who teaches us how to make angel wings so when they kill us we forget to die. From vision of the prophet on the street, who walks into the sky on divine breath, I extract conceptual nature of truth so when I gaze through telescope of faith I can see Heaven shine among the stars where Jehovah sits on his diamond throne. But vision of paradise with fruit trees vanishes in smoke of exploding bombs that Jehovah fires from tower of skulls to drive lost tribes from the Promised Land who wander nowhere in the wilderness to found new empire of the red right hand. Yet I dance laughing in the summer breeze around cobwebbed ruins of dead-god tombs while sons of Apollo herd Texas bulls to honor Mithra and his red-cape brand through endless human search for happiness that springs from mountain cave near Samarkand. Far from the misty isle of Avalon where my ancestors lived ten thousand years I hitchhike signless highway from Seattle to cross east of the Mississippi River on quest to find where Melusine was born, but linger lost in Appalachian hills. Somewhere in snowy woods of Idaho the covered wagon my ancestors drove over high Rocky Mountains from Missouri among lush hills of the Oregon Trail now rots in tangled roots of the oak tree my great-great-grandmother planted with tears. Wading waters that flood Miami Beach, I raise old wood guitar over my head, but walk not on water like Jesus did, though I see Venus on the scallop shell, hair blown by breath of Zephyrus, my guide who teaches me the honest facts of death. From time-shattered walls of Jerusalem, through golden halls of Athens on the hill, beyond crowded streets of Byzantium, I follow chariot of Phaethon past Heaven on endless quest to find some secret vale where I can live free from old castle kings.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, December 6, 2023
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