Ask The Cloud Man © Surazeus 2024 02 19 The boy walks through glass door of vibrant sound to ask the Cloud Man ancient question why, but stumbles over sorrows on the ground which causes him to fall upward and fly, so he glides looping over maze of myths to dance ballet across gold monoliths. The girl waits in the bullet-riddled car to ask the Cloud Man to take her back home, but jester in the tower of the star leaps to his death from the Pantheon dome so she can transform into butterfly that lands on bowed head of the weeping spy. The boy follows his father in the boat to ask the Cloud Man for his secret name, but the turtle god teaches him to float with currents of fate beyond global fame, till he ponders in peace on Long Wind Sand while staring at the pistol in his hand. The girl weaves tapestry of noble deeds to ask the Cloud Man for his favorite tale, but throws her artwork in the whistling reeds, convinced that she is always doomed to fail, till she watches the invisible breeze compose shadows and light of humming trees. The boy runs from the rumbling demon tank to ask the Cloud Man how to evade death, but ascends to the highest army rank by always solving social shibboleth, so he declares himself king of the world till second coming of the cosmic herald. The girl becomes Fairy Queen in Stonehenge to ask the Cloud Man how babies are made, but journeys south to find vale of the orange that heals her soul in time for her parade, so she climbs Pyramid of the One Eye with honest intention to at least try. The boy measures circle of the God Mind to ask the Cloud Man how he perceives time, but feels atomic sparkle love designed evolve as wingless angel from sea slime, till he invents the ideogram of thought which he carves on walls of the ziggurat. The girl creates my body from her heart to ask the Cloud Man if I will succeed, but works all day formatting the star chart so I can battle all tyrants of greed, and thus we save the world with each new spell that springs from fountain of the forest well.
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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