First Mother Of Faith © Surazeus 2024 04 07 Though even my shadow abandons me when the times are dark and bleak with despair, I search with determined alacrity in paralyzing gloom of midnight air for spark of light glowing deep in my soul that sprang bright from first flash of the White Whole. As Crow Boy I run with arrogant rain on fragile wings I stole from Icarus to find Blind Girl on the time-tripping train who taught me to win heart of Pegasus so I can explore our life-spinning Earth to discover fruit from tree of rebirth. No hungry outlaws fill the mountain caves, nor do bankers in fields of rotting wheat enrich themselves with labor of mute slaves, yet senators chase reindeer in the street to find speckled eggs of the holy snake that resemble mirror of the snowflake. Though our global empire is doomed to fall in turn with the ones of Britain and Rome, I will erase the writing on the wall, then set out on the signless road to roam beyond all boundaries of the nation-state to design my relationships through fate. In harmony with the white buddha toad somewhere far out on steppes of golden moss I meditate on nature of the road based on tragedy of our social loss, then I will program new scripture of truth that foretells coming of messiah sleuth. This body of organic chemicals which conjures functions of my conscious soul casts too vast shadow from light particles that weave my mind as part of the White Whole because complex system of my dream brain reflects structure of the galactic plane. I invent perfect poetry of faith based on human folly of blind desire, embodied by force of the stellar wraith who directs humankind in global choir, yet children die in brutal games of war when uncrowned kings fight to even the score. Driven mad by the psychopathic god, whose sons plot to control the entire world, the clown exposes their savior as fraud till second coming of the cosmic herald who proclaims Ishtar First Mother of faith so we gather in temple of the wraith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, April 7, 2024
First Mother Of Faith
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