Dreaming In Cave Of Fingal © Surazeus 2024 01 30 The saintly afterlife he does not want haunts Seamus where he walks on rain-wet hills on mission to throw all national flags with sly disdain into the River Styx so humans may live free from power games of frightened men who hide in halls of glass. With pen of wisdom carved from dragon bone Seamus digs skull of Fingal from his grave so he may prophesy what side will win endless partisan fight of arcane creeds over who has right to walk the island shore and chat with demon of the sea-borne wind. Attempting to escape Shadow of Fame that hovers over him with Cherub wings, Seamus runs deep in woods where fairies dance till headlights of passing cars disperse veil of ancient time between the hill and stage where he reads jokes to the worshipful crowd. Ladders secured for scaffolding of hope lure Seamus to climb above the wild crowd so he can cross Bridge of Forgetfulness to find garden on shore of Lough Neagh where soul of Dagda lingers in gold mist, still strumming harp he carved from dragon bone. When silver breeze sweeps down the River Boyne, Seamus leads white cow among tall gold reeds while Boann and her sister Bebinn sing with voices swirling from heart of the sea that lift our spirits high on frail swan wings beyond suffering to sense eternity. Lost in dark cave where Fingal dreams of love, Seamus searches for light of timeless truth, so roaring waves that crash on pillared rocks echo despair that chills his hopeful heart, then from silent lightning bolt of pure light Aisling beams down to stand before his face. Amazed at beauty of her island soul, Seamus offers apple from Tree of Life to Aisling who accepts love of his heart, and gazes long at vision of the world as she reveals rise and fall of empires then leaves him dreaming in Cave of Fingal. Evading fate of Jonah in the whale, Seamus walks in cities around the world, face lit by blessing of kiss Aisling gave, to chant weird prophecies hidden in code that present vision of our spinning world where no borders divide nations in states.
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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