Babylonian Face © Surazeus 2024 04 16 The Babylonian face of the white sheep, that stands with noble pride on stony hill, announces with voice of enchanting charm that God is blazing light in human form who sings as serpent in the flowing well while I design new global history map. Among deadwood at foot of Ararat with scythe I use to battle Time and Death, I search for valley where the rainbow ends to gather olives with old crippled hands when Hunger weighs with psychopathic math nutritious value of the fruit tree root. Commissioned as red arrow of world war, I stand on stony hill of singing skulls to present how Revelations will play on stage where Grendel, as social decoy, still manages the bankrupt shopping malls where serpents whistle in the jewelry store. We breathe the ether of his marriage feast at holy ritual of the weeping clown who plays chess with the savior grown too old to understand weird riddles of the skald when he finds out he is the perfect clone born from the serpent in love with the ghost. I see the sky ascending, red and green, at shocking burst of trees with breathing leaves, where millions of people compete for prize awarded to deceivers by the Muse who offers fleeting fame of shadowed caves in return for visions of the dream rune. With stone of truth, lithe as quick river fish, I penetrate bone-crushing waterfall to find lost treasure of the dragon queen who gives me diamond of the mind machine so I memorize lines to play my role as cosmic herald hoarding secret stash. Reborn from magic of the fairy tale, as fool who dances on edge of the cliff, I call Rapunzel on the telephone to read translation of weird summer rain that wakes the dead with honorable laugh programmed with code of the Golden Rule. The Babylonian face of the wise sheep gazes down at me from high pyramid with eyes that see beyond dark veil of time, so, though my heart still urges me to roam, I sit beneath shade of the the holy rood then fly to Heaven with my angel cape.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Babylonian Face
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