Janus Who Sees Everything © Surazeus 2024 09 23 Each day when we reach the end of the world I stand in door of my home and gaze out at all the people with their special names who live in every valley of the globe, each person going forth on quest of hope to chase the fleeting butterfly of love. Wearing mask of God on back of my head, I tell every angel I meet on Earth that I am Janus who sees everything, so when they laugh at my conceptual joke I feel cheerful rush of adrenaline explode inside my brain with demon wings. Another hour flows by in sparkling waves of psychic vision mapping ordered change as I slowly row my small river boat while telling one-eyed giants on the shore that I am Nobody who knows the rules gods arbitrarily change so they win. With gracious attitude of humble pride I play new mythic role assigned to me by oldest woman in the world who laughs when I object to why we all must die, reluctant to assert my right to breathe while tumbling down the hill with Jill my love. Too amicable through arrogant charm, which teaches me the sympathetic ploy for leaping off the mountain cliff of faith, I give everyone on the road of life thick slice of apple pie my mother bakes so they will elect me King of the Trees. Yet all the truths I gather in my hands to construct grand world view of wicked peace escape on raven wings of thoughtful fear to scatter seeds of discord in the soil so sons of farmers spring from dragon teeth who transform into loyal warriors. Outspoken prophet in the hall of power recalculates income from feudal fields to cherish precious works of noble art that bleed tears of peasants from eyes of God which stains marble floor of our museum where Phoebus smashes idols with guitar. Brass statue of Buddha, stolen by Thor, appears twenty years later on book shelf in the lonely house of the rising sun where Sylphus asks Syrinx to marry him, so they drink wine while dancing on the porch to celebrate our rebirth from world war.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus documents the romance of Sylphus and Syrinx for the reality television show he produces.
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