Poison Of Fame © Surazeus 2024 03 13 Fame is the deadly poison of false pride that destroys and kills the poetic spirit, so better to remain obscure and nameless to more enchantingly sing in the silence with loving lamentation of the heart for death of beauty in the changing world. The faceless singer in the swirling mist, who walks forever on the signless road, finds weird transcendent beauty of the mind in hostile wilderness of savage beasts, so when he arrives in the country town he sings with joy to praise passion of life. When people lost in darkness of desire hear sweet enchanting voice of his weird song, then gather close to bask in glow of hope, the singer feels warm radiance of his soul sucked out by hunger of the crowd for faith, so he flees back to safe obscurity. Hearts sparked by Dionysian lust for hope, the anxious crowd, lost in dark gloom of fear, follows blinding glow of the frightened singer to find him hiding in cave of illusions, so they cry out for vision of salvation, hungry to devour his enchanting power. Emerging from gloom of demonic cave, with diamond gleaming brighter than the moon, the singer stands before the frightened crowd and sings to translate anguish of despair to hopeful faith that with their grasping hands they can create wealth from darkness of fear. Inspired by vision of better tomorrows, the crowd offers cup of fame to the singer, so, though he hesitates with bitter knowledge that fame is poison that would kill his spirit, he reaches out to accept their deadly gift offered from ignorance of worshipful awe. Drinking poison of fame with prayer of faith, the singer gasps and feels his soul transformed from mortal body to immortal god through wrenching apotheosis of love, so his body wilts in cave of illusions while his soul dissipates to wordless wind. Erecting statue that depicts the singer, his bold fanatic worshippers sing praise and bow before idol of his weird beauty to celebrate the heart-enchanting power his visions conjured in their hopeful minds, while they repeat the songs his heart once sang.
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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