Mountain Of Jehovah © Surazeus 2024 05 10 Through disappearance of the ideal self in fragile words of tangled sentences, as grapes of vines draped on sheltering bower, the non-subjective person I perform expresses objective knowledge of truth available for our communal use. We go down to the ship of sturdy wood, set keel to breakers foaming on gold sand, and forth on godless sea of glowing depths we sail swart ship that Circe built for us toward peopled cities below mountain peaks where gods no longer play games with our lives. We meet Tiresias in high mountain grove who stirs mushroom wine in cauldron of bronze beneath black monolith carved with star runes, then, as we kneel in communion of faith, he gives us each wafer of rye to eat and sip of wine from holy grail of love. Startled by my thoughts of cute dancing girls, I look around vale of the waterfall and see abandoned shallop on dark shore, so I embark on sunlit mirror lake and sail past slimy caverns of blind ghosts who call my name across the universe. Fierce gusts of wild precipitating force sweeps my frail ship across the serpent sea where ancient monsters who once roamed its deep reveal through visions glowing in my mind the primal homeland of my scattered tribe where my first mother taught me how to sing. Leaving little boat that bore me past Hell tied to tall willow tree in rocky cove, I climb along narrow stairway to heaven winding around sharp icy jagged peak that towers up between me and my stars till I arrive at cavern of illusions. Meditating on huge round emerald stone, immortal dinosaur goddess of truth pierces my soul with gold draconic eyes so I dream history of her ancient race that ruled the Earth two hundred million years in global empire of temples built with jewels. When dinosaur goddess gives me gold wand with diamond that preserves first flash of time, I transform from ape into wingless angel, then I descend from Mountain of Jehovah to find humanity worshipping idols, so I grin and give them computer tablets.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, May 10, 2024
Mountain Of Jehovah
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