We Write New Chapter © Surazeus 2024 01 13 While searching library for ancient tales I find Anne Bradstreet in dim fairy glen who gives me writing quill of raven wing so I wander lost in ancestral vales to channel indifferent passion of zen in story code that children love to sing. As sunlight gleams through leaves of curious trees the little witch in black Puritan gown enchants my heart with weird hypnotic spell so I hear voices of the dead in breeze that swirls from star river where mad girls drown which leads me to the secret wizard well. Deep down in darkness of its shadowed light I see my face reflected in dark pool as mask revealing faces of the dead that my ancestors wore before their flight across the waste land of the laughing fool who pilfers visions from my dreamless head. Then one-eyed Anne teaches me how to write dream spells with runes Odin found in the well that translate dreams Taliesin saw in rain, so with Earendel in psychic flight I soar over Middle-Earth to expel tyrannic king from castle of the grain. Grasping my hand with ice-cold soul of faith, Anne leads me down through winding cave of ghosts to where Orpheus strums strings of his lyre and chants hypnotic tune to wake the wraith of Ophelia who writes names on signposts for roads that lead lost souls back to the shire. We journey home to land of daffodils where fairies dance in mists of Avalon hidden in woods behind car factories where Arthurian knights work to pay the bills because vast cities outshine Babylon where tyrants try to crush democracies. With rebellious spirit of Lucifer we rise from rubble of our bombed-out homes to follow banner of the cosmic herald through revolution against Jupiter foretold by prophecies in dusty tomes to form new global order of the world. We write new chapter in the human tale with every choice of action we perform to fight greedy tyrants of monarchy who think everything we make is for sale, then rise on Phoenix wings from martial storm to establish one-world democracy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, January 13, 2024
We Write New Chapter
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