Born From Leviathan © Surazeus 2024 10 17 My mamma drives quick red Volkswagen bug through the streets of Fort Worth in sixty-nine to visit the city park by the river where hippies dance while Phoebus plays guitar, then I slide on cardboard down the steep hill to sit and stare under the raven tree. Alone I wander on low river shore to hear strange sadness of the water sing with words no huge dictionary records that glide and dart among the hair-long moss as silver fish with dark demonic eyes which teach me how to see ghosts of the light. My heart skips beat of curious concern when I see mangled body of an old man tangled in roots of the tall rowan tree, his long beard wavy in soft rippling flow, but when I lean close, shoes licked by the waves, the corpse becomes a burlap bag of weeds. Yet I see resurrection of the wizard, who rises dripping from the river gush with eyes more silver than the evening sky after storm clouds drench the world in new faith, as sudden vision flashing in the dusk, so I ask him to teach me to cast spells. Turning his dragon face to glare at me, the river wizard, born from Leviathan before the first tree ape began to sing, speaks to me with voice of deep ocean waves that sparks ancient memory from my brain how First Mother gave me apple of truth. Eating ripe apple from the Tree of Knowledge, I feel my heart swell huge as thunderclouds with secret knowledge of weird principles which program functions of organic souls to conjure consciousness from glowing brains so I feel as if I am God in flesh. Urged by soul-expanding epiphany, I breathe ethereal spirit of the river and sing wordless spell of the laughing tree encoded through School of Sincerity in obscure riddle of the clever jest that only flighty flower fairies hear. Riding in the quick red Volkswagen bug, which my mamma drives in streets of Fort Worth, I cherish wild ghost of the river wizard that now writhes captive in my beating heart so Leviathan spirit of the sea will animate my quest to find the truth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, October 17, 2024
Born From Leviathan
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Orpheus born from Leviathan teaches young wizards and witches how to cast spells at the School of Sincerity.
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