Glamor Of The Hope Trap © Surazeus 2024 05 21 Sick from ennui of hot afternoon light gleaming green on oak trees and power lines frozen in fake photo of passing time, the old seer lies numb beside potted plants, aching to sing with melancholy hope while messages ding unread on his phone. Patting splintered hull of overturned boat in which he once sailed to island of bones, he stirs with desire to leave happy home and find lost castle of the crownless prince that falls into ruin on wind-swept cape where no one waits for him in drenching rain. Attempts to calculate process of fate, that scatters our souls on multiple planes across dimensions of our social game, disorient focus of his psychic trance, so he maps our multiverse in raindrop that radiates soul through electric photon. Elusive Heaven humanity sought cannot be found except by humble pawns alone in the waste land who sing sad psalm with magic spell no savior can pronounce till our new cosmic herald wakes from sleep to analyze state of the holocene. Nausea gnaws his heart at clever deceit of tyrants who run world money machines but he cannot escape their empire scheme, so he joins noble knights in demon hunts to fight holy crusade with royal troop, riding Pegasus to conquer the moon. Madness of rage drives him to howl and shoot to ensure salvation through magic runes with vain hope of fame from glory of doom while he figures out what everyone wants who are fooled by glamor of the hope trap which he set as part of his master plan. Reborn as lithe spiritual acrobat, he joins convoy of pilgrim minivans who search for paradise in hologram so he can solve riddles that make no sense till sweet wine overflows his golden cup while he stares into god-eye of the sun. With Mother Amen in pyramid hut he foresees the future empire of guns, so he encodes in glyphs tragic outcome when oppressed tribes must kill in self-defense, lead by Wise Guardian King archetype when he finds in his heart the fateful sign.
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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