Children Of The Free © Surazeus 2024 01 20 Unlike Nebuchadnezzar or King Lear, who went mad and ran wild in mocking wind, I walk with dignity beside Gray Sea to kill the dragon of my deepest fear then roast sizzling steaks on the pyramid where I host feast for Children of the Free. I build high walls from fragile mountain stone to enclose Heaven for children to play who tend lush apple trees with supple hands, but my young wolf-eyed son wanders alone in shadowy groves where he kneels to pray to some faceless God he claims rules all lands. As guardian of all people in our town, I pledge to protect everyone from harm and rule with justice cases in my court, but my son mocks me as the tyrant clown then curses my heart with sigillic charm till I run frightened from my haunted fort. Alone in formless forest of blind ghosts, I flee through endless groves of laughing trees to escape claws of the woman who smiles, but I hear echo of my haughty boasts that I am greatest king to rule the seas because I fool demons with clever wiles. Unlike Timon or Job who felt betrayed after losing everything they held dear, I will not linger by the howling sea and curse misfortune of my unearned fate because I am the willful engineer who orchestrates all that happens to me. While I wander lost on the roadless plain far from busy markets in city maze I meet no omnipotent deity who claims to have created the world plane and stuns my mind with epiphanic daze so I perceive state of reality. Lost in bleak wilderness for forty years, with no brave tribe of slaves following me to found world empire in the Promised Land, I ponder how to design engine gears that translate energy of swirling seas to electric power that lights Wonderland. Preaching salvation of the Afterlife to people who search for meaningful hope, I convert the circus into the church where I teach lost souls to overcome strife with special techniques they can use to cope as we live till death in our fruitless search.
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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