Crane With Diamond Eyes © Surazeus 2024 07 22 When I fly on the crane with diamond eyes over boundless sea of eternity, I mold nothingness into memories that flash in television of the sky so everyone can see how I perform quest of my life outside the social norm. Though I rest weary on the river shore with crane of death in diamond-sparkling snow, I feel emanating from iron core spirit of the Earth in magnetic flow that writhes in flashing Aurora-light storm from which our vast galactic brains transform. Carved clear on the Immortality Stone, my name defines noble deeds of the law because World King began life as the pawn who listens to advice of the Moon Crow to paint his life myth on the Grecian urn that depicts how his heart will always yearn. Stuck in gray garden of passionless bliss, Phoebus grips lyre that he will never play to recount vain quest for the Golden Fleece which proves our lives are nothing more than myth that future civilizations will learn from books that fascists always want to burn. Because we all will fly the Crane of Death forever across the Nothingness Sea, we choose as our next god the Blind Locksmith who writes weird prophecies that help us pray when Minerva arrives on the White Hart with script for each person to play their part. I would rather play game of chess with Fate to compose riddle that encodes each clue, which helps me find my secret soulmate Cute whose golden curls entrance the castaway, than pretend I am mad to fool the smart who sell Almaty Apples from the cart. Entranced by eerie music of the flute that flashes visions of ghosts in my eye, I run with arms spread to imitate flight so I can dispel the kind bugaboo who asks us to meet him at the airport so I can escape with the fake passport. Minerva invites us to watch her fight as brave prosecutor who wields the law to stop the felon executing plot to steal crown of thorns from the savior spy who performs clan rites in the hilltop fort when she condemns the vile traitor in court.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus flies the white crane of death to sea of eternity.
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