Latest Epiphany Of Truth © Surazeus 2024 10 11 While searching through the rubble of our dreams for the latest epiphany of truth that billions of brains now see all at once in vision flashing on hurricane clouds, I find the long-lost photograph of God with face of every soul who ever lives. While riding roller coaster of our dreams for the wildest epiphany of truth that zips around vast galaxy of worlds, I transcend anguish of this mortal life to fly high on imagination wings so I can map confusing maze of myths. While gazing still in mirror of our dreams for the myriad epiphany of truth which replicates material forms of being from concepts of their Platonic Ideas, I perceive immortal soul of my genes through which my ancestors evolve to me. While talking with nameless ghosts of our dreams for the secret epiphany of truth that frames puzzle of our cosmic world view, I design architectural ontology on which I build Temple of Memory where we eat apples by Fountain of Youth. While teaching workshop to compose our dreams for the sacred epiphany of truth which mathematicians and seers employ, I calculate with psychic formulas social progress for generating life in children who bury us under trees. While driving car on highway of our dreams for the tricky epiphany of truth embodied by bright Torch of Liberty that guides our lone way through darkness of faith, I forge Justice Sword from Infinity Stone to fight devils who haunt America. While gazing at flame in tear of our dreams for the subtle epiphany of truth which fuels each passionate beat of our hearts, I bring laughing skull of Hamlet from Hell so he can prophesy future events from his throne in Museum of the Mind. While strumming lyre to sing spells of our dreams for the cosmic epiphany of truth encoding tropes of personality cults we play in Theater of the Absurd, I play persona I design with words whose idol will remain after I die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus edits Anthology of the American Epiphany Poem while lounging in the city park by the River Styx.
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