Statue On The Wall © Surazeus 2024 01 03 I might become the statue on the wall that wants to catch your god before its fall, but I would rather gaze up at the sky with conscious mirror of the cosmic eye intent on sparking passion in my heart with each breath swirling from the stellar chart. Though people stop and peer up at my face as if they wish to comprehend my soul, I stare beyond them through eternity in vain bid to perceive the cosmic eye that channels timeless spirit of starlight through flashing neurons of my dreaming brain. Even if I soon float in outer space, after Earth is swallowed by the black hole, I seek bold courage of fraternity when Zeus recruits me as his private spy to analyze dreams and provide insight about cute girl who sings in golden grain. When the farmer finds me in muddy well, thrown to avoid getting forged in church bell, they place me in museum for the show, brass statue of Phoebus with stringless bow who presides as justice in the law court for banker who operates the shipping port. As confederate general in city park, astride prancing horse in noble landmark, I raise above my head the martial sword to found great empire of the secret chord, till prophets note I endorsed slavery in frantic bid to maintain monarchy. Surprised at dawn that love indentures want through hope that shimmers in bowl of my heart, I try to keep the cosmos in my skull, but weird prophetic dreams of global war leak from my eyes in bloody drops of ink which I employ to code riddles of death. If I get baptized in the shattered font, as portrayed in symbols of abstract art, I will help Mithras tame the Wall Street bull that wires electric cash from iron core to power academy where jesters think how Buddha becomes god with controlled breath. Now that I am your statue in the church, found here at last after your life-long search, you can perceive in mirror of my face universal spirit that transcends race since I combine in my bland character immortal soul of genes from Lucifer.
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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