With Every Spin Of Earth © Surazeus 2024 09 24 With every spin of our soul-pulsing globe around Mother Solaria, our god star, I feel transcendent spirit of the Earth incarnate in conscious glow of my brain so immortal God-Eye of the White Whole dreams through my temporary mortal mind. With fleet-foot Saranyu and Artemis I follow bright Surya and Mercury to race swift-swirling river of the world from deep ocean cove to high mountain cave where I hammer star-meteor from the sky to forge Holy Grail that bears divine blood. With passionate desire to comprehend true nature of our vibrant universe, I gaze at tools father Mannus displays, wide ax to build the river-dancing boat, sharp sword to defend haven of fruit trees, and spade to farm moist soil with golden wheat. With turtle shell, cow horns, and spider threads, I construct my new heart-enchanting lyre based on design revealed by Mercury, then journey with Apollo town to town where we perform tale of Odysseus who overcomes all hardships to get home. With confident steps of eager respect to learn weird secrets of our complex world I ascend stairway to Heaven of Truth where Athena in spacious Parthenon lectures for Sibylline Academy on how to prophesy future events. With calm attention of my aching heart, tutored by Phoebus and fierce Kalliope, I learn how to sing epic tales of heroes appointed by Hera to guard their brides, then stand on stage in Museum of Time to sing great story of humanity. With every spin of Earth around the sun I better understand ways of our world, how priests on pyramids assert control over farmers, herders, and carpenters to manage world food-production machine so we generate life before we die. With fall in rebellion from heights of power I journey across waste land of despair, transformed in my quest for the Promised Land, till I find my soulmate in Wonderland who dwells with me in garden we create, teaching our children to calculate fate.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus wishes me a happy birthday as he sings a satire about my clumsy quest for self-fulfillment.
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