When I Overcome Myself © Surazeus 2023 12 09 With photo of the girl I love in hand I walk the blistering plain of wordless snow in red boots from Berlin to Leningrad where I want to study conceptual flow of demons dancing on high hill of skulls, haunted by millions of bomb-blasted souls. With tattered wings I stole from Icarus I dance across the bridge of evolution that twangs above the bottomless abyss in my quest to transcend the Superman when I overcome myself to become god, hunted into Hell by the justice squad. With rifle of bold will to change my fate I storm the holy citadel of Heaven where I shoot each angel guarding the gate to find nothing on gold throne but Moon Raven who mocks me as I trudge the muddy road back to fatherland of the humming toad. With iron fist in the arrogant tower, first forged from rage by eldest son of Jesus, I build world empire on electric power which I rule from dream cave on Mount Parnassus as dragon rising from the Texas plain because I teleport through drops of rain. With mirror that reflects spiritual stations I lure Amaterasu from her cave to help Rapunzel build United Nations from psychic energy of the sea wave on which I surf back home to Avalon where Ishtar rules, exiled from Babylon. With vibrant radar lyre of Mercury I explore Hades with the submarine on quest to find lost books of sorcery I want to give as gifts to Melusine who waits for me to come home from the war while working in our family grocery store. With treasure map for maze of Samarkand I journey back east with the Monkey King on white horse from Berlin to Leningrad, but I stop to watch sweet Luthien sing till Stalin abducts her from field of flowers and crowns her empress of the factory towers. With Scroll of Isaiah on sea of glass I reveal status of the New World Order based on measurement of atomic mass, employed by contempt of the punk skateboarder who raps about code of the cosmic herald, though I wake up from my visions bedeviled.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, December 9, 2023
When I Overcome Myself
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