Chaos Of Blind Desire © Surazeus 2024 08 21 Imprisoned in this body of my mind, after I fall from well-organized game manipulating markets to earn money, based on concept of investment and gain, I drive car west till it runs out of gas, then slouch despondent on the river shore. If I could create from hell of lost hope new heaven through chaos of blind desire, like Satan whose fall carved out free space where he could enforce passion of his will, I would invest bold energy of faith in new world order to control my fate. From dismal situation of my soul, confounded by illusion of bright wealth, cryptocurrency forged from virtual coins of thought I can freely buy happiness, I stumble in dark woods of hungry greed, drunk from obdurate pride of bitter hate. Clutching cracked stone in cold river flow, as dark dusk shrouds silent woods with blind fear, I stare into cloudy depths of its gloom as if it were clear Palantir of truth which should reveal how events will unfold, so I can see which companies might prosper. Intending to construct new global order of one world empire, by wise monarch ruled with strict regulations of thought control, I would, like Sauron, establish on Earth corporate oligarchy to manage well men whose labor would generate my wealth. Where I have fallen in this wilderness of mineral-rich hills, carved by gushing streams, I would build Pandemonium city maze to process matter in core of the Earth from mine through factory to clean shopping mall, which runs global food-production machine. Though I am no knight pricking on the plain, who loses Una in Cavern of Illusions, deceived by arch-mage of world corporate banks, I raise White Flag with Red Cross of my faith and lead crusade against wild wasteland hordes to enforce control with the Market Hand. Though I fancy I play Gandalf the Wise, controlling farmers and craftsmen with wealth, I see face of Sauron and Lucifer mirrored in Lake of Dreams where I gaze to see if I can understand the truth cosmic herald encodes in cryptic spells.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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