Slopes Of Helicon © Surazeus 2024 01 09 The telephone on the library wall wants to know when I will escape the church by riding super-turtle of the mind who zooms me down the highway of success to stand on clear-cut slopes of Helicon and weep for trees who can no longer sing. My ghostly footsteps in the sparkling snow indicates to the most persistent sleuth that I passed by ten thousand years ago on my way to grand temple of success that vanished from the slopes of Helicon where the goat man wears my face as his mask. Descending ladder down stone tower wall from the window where Rapunzel has died, I eat sour pomegranate of her heart while Baphomet explains key to success lies in which way up slopes of Helicon I climb with goal of intentional faith. Through mist of time on Jordan River shore I see Jesus talking to thirty clowns about putting secret things in the mouth so we can weigh the wisdom of success till he falls dead on slopes of Helicon after he throws seeds in the flowing stream. Trees sprout from small seeds scattered by his hand that bear quinces, figs, apples, dates, and pears, so I haul seven wagons of ripe fruit to Byzantium where I sell success so I can dance on slopes of Helicon with Artemis who wants to marry me. Left eye of Bear Girl in the dream cave weeps one tear of blood bright as the moon that floods the valley of the laughing horse so now I understand pain of success that cripples me on slopes of Helicon though I flop around with wings of desire. When my assassin finds me by the church, we lounge and talk about the singing grass that channels ghosts of the dead to our brains, so I gesture toward home of my success bombed to rubble on slopes of Helicon where no one hears my mother weep again. My father trades me for the wingless horse so I leap beyond gravity of hope to walk in Heaven with the faceless God who laughs at my false notions of success till I return to slopes of Helicon where I write everything with words of blood.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, January 9, 2024
Slopes Of Helicon
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