Walls That Humans Build © Surazeus 2023 12 19 You choose to misunderstand what I say because you want to refract secret truth to bend reality straight through your heart so you can feel the center of it all expand from static ideal state of hope that distorts how our minds perceive the world. When I accept the peach of untouched hope, which you offer me from dark of your home, I fear you will expect payment in kind, but I turn from trap of comfort you offer to walk rough road of freedom to my grave that waits for me somewhere in paradise. Yet here I pause on bright desolate coast, between the ice-sharp mountain range of faith and the shifting-sand beach of primal hope, to paint landscape of the world I perceive that maps wild rugged terrain of my heart with smears of color on the slab of wood. I cannot cartograph this world of dreams without depicting walls that humans build to parcel landscape into nation-states that trap teeming tribes of aggressive hope within surrounding walls of paradise that tangle frontiers inside border lines. I draw national borders on the map with red blood of warriors and guardians whose winless battles on those fields of rage reveal where they last clashed to gain control, but left their comrades rotting in the mud where wheat and flowers bloom now from their skulls. The shining Heaven on the hill of power, where we protect our families safe from harm to eat and play with freedom of our will, is haven we enclose with walls of stone that transforms into prison of blind fear when guardian kings become tyrants of greed. I hang my painting on museum wall so strangers seeking ancient truths in art could decipher my weird symbolic code through esoteric scriptures of lost tales when they see how my brain perceives the world as atoms swerving blindly in the void. Through art I generalize our complex truths to simple statements of conceptual riddles that twist false answers into diatribes which demagogues employ to hypnotize people fighting wars over fertile lands till all walls are destroyed by timeless truth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, December 19, 2023
Walls That Humans Build
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