Each Time I Explore © Surazeus 2024 01 02 Each time the television screen explodes with stark disasters of assassinations, I map new network of celestial roads to navigate weird gene-code combinations, which blueprints architecture of the soul through which we program how we play our role. Each time oak trees blossom with singing birds bright hour the Sun Spider opens her eye, I record weird concepts with tangled words which conjure complex puzzles of the Why we contemplate while strutting on the stage to expose tyrants blinded by their rage. Each time new generation of young souls replays wild psychic dramas of the dead, I reconstitute new national goals to perfect the virtual world in my head so I can predict all future events lead by hidden dragons as presidents. Each time the morning sun gleams in frail trees to assure me the world will never end, I open door of every home with keys forged by prophetic laughter of the wind because I can never win the chess game I play with Death to avoid global fame. Each time I explore labyrinth of myth to find essential spirit of Mankind, I encounter the bodiless God Wraith whose nonexistence reprograms the mind to see mysterious force of life in all that writhes with anguish of the Eden Fall. Each time I get lost in Temple of Dreams through endless quest to find the Holy Grail, I refuse to rejoin religious teams because mindless obedience tends to fail to save humanity from global change since with each new year history gets more strange. Each time I see you on the signless road emerge from shadow of the Cherubim, I find hidden temple of the Star Toad who floats chanting at the Grand Canyon rim above mushrooms of television screens that bind our brains with computer machines. Each time I stride down red carpet of fame with glamorous beauty of the global eye, I wake from strange dream of our social game where people fight for wealth till we all die, so immortal I of our gene-coil wakes in brains of our children by star-eyed lakes.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, January 2, 2024
Each Time I Explore
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