Too Many Wings © Surazeus 2024 05 05 Weighed down by too many wings of desire, I trudge the signless Road of Everywhere to weave all our brains with telephone wire in one cosmic mind of shimmering air so zeitgeist of the Earth wakes up from dream to find me boating on its Stygian stream. Stumbling with too many wings of contempt, I lead my people to the mountain camp who pray to Death for right to be exempt from bitter nothingness of the faith stamp though we dance around the bonfire all night to celebrate our Liberty through light. Bound tight by too many wings of regret, I record contributions of the Great controlled by psychic spell of Baphomet who teaches mankind how to design fate, then choose one from wisdom, power, or love by staring at shadows of clouds above. Twisted by too many wings of belief, I choose to love the one who makes me laugh, because I prefer memories of grief to foresight based on the dream cryptograph which fools me with the hopeful prophecy that we will prevail through democracy. Fooled by too many wings of clairvoyance, I ask warring states to give peace a chance, while humble prophets in quaint restaurants stare at the ghost king with Christ-killing lance who rides white horse of power in the rain to enforce justice of his global reign. Orphaned children gather on hill of skulls to discuss their socially-programmed roles united through hope by Slayer of Bulls who flies on red cape to fulfill his goals of forming United Nations of Earth to standardize what everything is worth. Distressed by too many wings of false hope, I map maze of myths forming our dreamscape so people chanting spells learn how to cope based on ancestral memories as mute ape reborn as wingless angel who can sing while wearing soul-enhancing magic ring. Lifted up by too many wings of faith, I draw world atlas of the Golden Path that leads mankind to temple of the wraith who weaves matter in strict patterns of math based on ideas of conceptual forms molding paradise from atomic storms.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, May 5, 2024
Too Many Wings
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