Brass Lamp Of Curiosity © Surazeus 2024 07 09 The ghost of my ancestor still remains on old stone London Bridge in swirling fog, holding brass lamp of curiosity that Diogenes gave him when he died, so all the ships of state know where to steer to evade Titanic iceberg of fate. When the train steams past the lone mountain town faster than ninety thousand miles an hour inertia throws my spirit at the sky where I boast to Icarus I can fly till I become the tender meadow flower destined to wear the world emperor crown. If the Adjustment Bureau cannot solve the complicated problem of my case, I may have to climb to sacred muse grove high on Black Mountain where sweet fairies dance to heart-enchanting music of the flute that Brigit carved from ancient dragon bone. I want to avoid with quaint fairy tale harsh problems that beset our world today because I know how I would solve them all with social programs fair for everyone that would ensure justice and liberty for those who will to create, not destroy. The gargoyle who lives on the hotel roof tries to teach me weird secret of the sun, so I want to employ power I learn to stop nations committing genocide, but the rosefinch singing in the peach tree distracts my heart with visions of world peace. On the White House lawn I confront the king who murdered our Goddess of Liberty, but when he swears his innocence to God I call on Jupiter with anguished cry who kills that tyrant with a lightning strike so everyone gets frightened of my eyes. This sacred hill on which I choose to die becomes the only place in all the world where people who admire my will to power build hero temple with the human bones from every war and epidemic plague to preserve the false legends of my life. After chipping arrowheads all day long, we gather at dusk to eat roasted deer, drink wine that Bacchus sells us by the jar, then dance with wild abandon in moonlight, lead by bear shaman with oak wisdom wand till we wake at the start of world war three.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus performs role as bear shaman dancing for the tribe of ape-men learning to make arrowheads to conquer the world.
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