Unicorn In The Stone © Surazeus 2024 01 05 While standing on the Moses-shattered rock to solve riddle of the chemical lock, I gaze through timeless space with eyes of Spock to measure progress of the cosmic clock so with my dreamless brain of faith I grok conceptual soul of our Tellurian flock. When I find the unicorn in the stone, who asks me if I will love her alone, I take her to visit the Raven Crone who runes our names on old dinosaur bone so our spirits can sing with the same tone as we build our home in the twilight zone. Hidden in my brain, the psychotic beast evolves as Alastor to host the feast at which we hear old myths told by the priest till he shouts paradise should be policed by world messiah who is not deceased since the hour his star first blazed in the east. Still stuck on endless quest for the real truth, I stop to drink from the Fountain of Youth where the Fairy Queen buys my broken tooth since she wears pink gown in the kissing booth, then whispers she loves how I am uncouth as she appoints me her messiah sleuth. Yet still lonely angels of Heaven wait for me to arrive at the Pearly Gate where my cheering loyal fans congregate to see the monster I keep in the crate whose ancient wisdom helps me navigate confusing Maze of Myths beyond my fate. Digging diamond dreams from cave of the key, which are supposed to help my sponge brain see conceptual fragments of eternity, I expand my soul through infinity that teaches me bold courage to live free so I can emerge from womb of the sea. Born from dragon egg of atomic light with fear-programmed power of inner sight, I calculate actions that create right as I breathe energy for Spirit Flight that guides my journey in the scary night as I invent Earth Truth with words I write. Before my old father Gothus I vow to discover secret of the Mind How designed by sharp blade of the magic plow so I guide our sea trip from the ship prow as we navigate the spinning World of Now on quest to find the sacred Golden Bough.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, January 5, 2024
Unicorn In The Stone
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