Our World Will Be Saved © Surazeus 2024 09 03 Storm of fear always brewing in my mind veils ruins of cities bombed in world war from which new angels rise in human form to build grand city towers of steel and glass where uncrowned kings wear pinstripe business suits to drink wealth brewed from souls of working folk. Old epic tales of noble kings and knights, who protected farmers slaving in fields while they feasted in cozy castle halls, now writhe unread in dark library rooms where scholars study arcane code of faith while athletes compete for glory and fame. Descendant of King Arthur, wearing jeans and tee-shirt of his favorite grunge folk band, sits at round table in library hall where he assembles in puzzle of truth fragments of history gleaned from chronicles written by monks in monastery cells. Descendant of Queen Mary, wearing skirt and white blouse she sewed with black unicorn, sits on grassy knoll in the river park where hippies dance slow after smoking weed to trippy tunes of electric guitar that Moses plays while singing about love. Mad that mankind is not worshipping Him, Jehovah brews on thundering cloud of rage to shake the Earth with tornadoes and quakes that hurl gangs of angry young men with guns to kill millions in genocidal wars, and drinks beer while watching the football game. Memories flash across my brain filaments as haunting melodies of Celtic flutes that spark strange feeling of the Long-Ago when I lived in the lush Seattle hills with vibe of Ireland glowing in my heart as glow that glamors world my eyes perceive. Each long lost land where my ancestors lived casts sweet nostalgic glow of aching hope in aura that inspires my heart to sing weird prophecies that no one would believe, though I measure conceptual elements which compose virtual model of my world. Lightning flash that splits mirror of my eye opens dream portal of the multiverse so Muse Astraea soars down from Glow Cloud on wings of desire to show me the truth that after coming of messiah sleuth our world will be saved by the cosmic herald.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus dances in the billion-eyed universe of ghosts at the holy rainbow gathering of the mind.
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