Go Out And Vote © Surazeus 2024 08 09 Yet something strange about the falling leaf explodes old news in television eyes. Robot clowns invent code of our belief for cats who steal applesauce from the wise. When the time comes I will go out and vote, then sail to Wonderland in my glass boat. The old man grinning like the Cheshire Cat buys fresh plums and puts them in your ice box. Cinderella does yoga on the mat to stop the Duke from hunting the wild fox. While hungry people stand in line to vote they laugh at antics of the prancing goat. Books flap paper wings to fly down from Heaven with fairy tales to inspire refugees. Since I am first-born son of the Moon Raven I convert concepts to castle-door keys. The gold-masked bully tries to block your vote then steals your sorrow while his minions gloat. First Mother Amen on brick flat-top hill invites everyone to feast on fresh fruit. We can change our fate through acts of free will, she explains as Fortune plays swan-bone flute. We choose who rules as God with sacred vote, Ishtar explains in long-forgotten quote. Death smiles with patience while I live each day, recording everything I say and do. In dream visions I see the Golden Way, so I chant riddles that code new world view. Jesus and Satan campaign for my vote, based on strategies that Jupiter wrote. In Valhalla Ceres serves apple pie so we cheer the Provider of good food. I attend college as angelic spy, trained to design the truth with certitude. I give Goddess of Liberty my vote because she relates the best anecdote. Children play games in the fenced-in schoolyard, training for future political roles. The Hidden Dragon who will rule the world organizes complete list of life goals. Descendant of Jesus earns every vote, who tenderly caresses his pet stoat. Evolved to wingless angel from the fish, we farm and craft while angels fight for power. Carving on river stone my secret wish, I guard Rapunzel who rules in her tower. Minerva accepts mandate of our vote, then walks the signless road in long black coat.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, August 9, 2024
Go Out And Vote
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Orpheus encourages everyone to go out and vote for Minerva and Jupiter to rule America.
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