Safe In My World View © Surazeus 2024 06 14 The world view you are trying to present by pouring water in the fractured glass, that leaks fraught energy of sultry hope, accounts for nothing our brains comprehend through twisted logic of conceptual jazz that wails on hottest evening of the globe. Domestic problems of your daily life, composed of cutouts from old magazines, collage museum walls of modern art beyond sweet irony jokes could contrive to highlight idols lost in labyrinth who play as heroes of the avant-garde. Young boy and girl on ladder of the mind pretend to kiss in swirl of rainbow doors while no one watches from window of faith, so I crown Stella as my favorite saint who guides my soul to dark underworld source for fountains of vision where singers bathe. Since atoms form objective fact of things in random swirls of accidental shape, as temporary souls with conscious thought bound by frail flash of molecular links, I navigate with psychic astrolabe weird riddles of my World Upanishad. Assembled structure of this spinning sphere transforms in seething waves of constant change as we evolve from fish to mortal god so all we know will disappear from real through echoed mirrors of transcendent planes which I explore as verbal astronaut. So with snarky smirk of the Argonaut I give fruit of the serpent to Mad King who thinks his touch turns everything to gold, yet poison of his pride, he stole from God, will cause his ship of ambition to sink when I play Zeus to hurl just lightning bolt. Lounging on my porch, eating apricot that Kwan Yin gave me in her mountain grove, I ask the White Snake, princess of my heart, why nothing in this world is permanent, so she speaks to me as the ocean wave when she asks me to be the world lifeguard. I stand on Pyramid of the God-Eye and promise to all people of the Earth to make land of Camelot great again if they will vote for me as their Sky God, then invite them to shelter by my hearth, safe in my world view of the Atom Game.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sings didactic poem about the nature of things composed of atoms swerving in the void.
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