Quest In The Dream Maze © Surazeus 2024 03 07 I run outside to play, but stop surprised at pristine beauty of our wretched world as star-eyed troubadours have always praised conceptual process of the mind ensnarled with complex problems how to organize ambitious souls crowded in the dream maze. I watch as wingless angels with fierce eyes compete to own wealth of Ethereum, that sprawling city haunted by white crows whose flights only I, in delirium, can perceive as real with my crystal eyes because they guide my quest in the dream maze. Ten thousand angels clutching broken lyres, who gather around fountain of lonely faith, sing quaint psalms of their domestic affairs through tradition of Emily and Ruth, so I pretend they are my clever spies to record their reports in the dream maze. Through alchemy of horror-twisted hope, by which I transform ideas into things, I build new vision of our world landscape based on algorithm of holy songs which lonely people sing in bold disguise while they wander confused in the dream maze. As passionate actors on the world stage we humans compete to play the Great Star, but Greed Clown dominates through subterfuge by shouting loudest with devious roar, so nameless millions choose to compromise when he attempts to rule in the dream maze. Assembled on the one-eyed pyramid, with fading hope that justice will prevail, we call for Cosmic Herald and his squad to swoop down from Heaven and play his role defeating mad tyrant we all despise, yet he still rampages in the dream maze. Attempting to forget all the bad news about tyrants oppressing nation-states, I follow fairy-trails of honey bees in Spiderwood where elves in feather coats try to comfort Queen Melusine who cries at destruction he caused in the dream maze. Gowned in gossamer petals of fruit trees, we dance with silver moonlight in Stonehenge, eager to transcend the next social phase, while Apollo gives every soul fresh orange, transforming jet planes into butterflies, till we regain control in the dream maze.
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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