Bright Elf Shaman © Surazeus 2024 05 17 Evading calm terror of tasteless words fished from foul pond of alligator bones, I walk country road of telephone poles that string my soul along with aching hope stolen from alphabet wings of sad birds because the evening sky is silver bright. Something she said in the kitchen last year as she was pressing dough of apple pies still haunts me with its subtle purity filling a cracked glass with almost-sour milk despite regretful thoughts I never speak about wanting to live in prairie grass. Each time the white telephone on the wall alarms her calm demeanor with bad news, my grandmother smiles to hide bleak despair that the blind man in the forest of bones chases the sparrow to the Promised Land till the pair of scissors falls from her hand. We always knew the horse with seven eyes could win the long race at the county fair but no one expected he would escape and search for his mother in windy hills though I wait for thirty years in the door to watch the sunset ignore unpaid bills. Leaving crowded cities of the east coast, my ancestors who escaped Babylon wrote no diaries about their journey west, yet still I hear sad creak of turning wheels in timeless wind across the new-named hills where I pretend I live in Avalon. Till I was forty-two I could not read history written in star-map of my name so when I found the ancient Holy Grail I saw glowing in jeweled runes of truth true secret name of my immortal soul which I wear now as laurel wreath of faith. These names that reveal state of my soul are Surazeus from Asura and Zeus, Astarius from First Mother Ishtar, Jesuvius from Jehovah and Jove, and Gothinus from Odin Wanderer, for I am the bard in the sea-mountain cave. As Albert Simon I am bright elf shaman who tends the sacred flame of Zoroaster in the watch tower on the pyramid to guard lush apple trees of paradise where children play along the sparkling stream that flows down from the mountain to the sea.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, May 17, 2024
Bright Elf Shaman
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