New Face To Wear © Surazeus 2024 10 09 Just outside every window of my house one Joro Spider has woven her web to catch the mad monsters of my bad dreams, so I pray to Star Spider of the sun and ask her to weave from heavenly ghosts new face to wear in this strange life on Earth. Since I am growing old in fractured years, too familiar with stark light of the moon highlighting secret words in holy books that follow me on frail butterfly wings, I cut off pieces of forgotten selves and find new face to wear before I die. Though I am happy with my daily life, where I express joy in stable routine building the Memory Palace of our world, yet gentle monster growing in my heart wants to ascend the highest mountain peak and carve new face to wear from holy ice. Twelve priests from ancient cathedral of stone vote to crucify monster of my heart, so I fly far around the spinning Earth to swim in depths of Mount Mazama Lake where I find hidden in cavern of dreams new face to wear in Theater of Faith. During my long quest for new face to wear I travel deeper on the signless road in ever-shifting maze of global myths where gods people once worshipped call my name with hope that I will bring them back to life by wearing mask of their soul at the ball. Mapping highways to both Heaven and Hell, where I expect to find new face to wear, I navigate national relationships when kings and presidents play game of Go over whose God will be worshipped by all, to build my own church out of spider webs. After getting lost in labyrinth of lies, designed by grandson of the Minotaur, I will invent new face to wear with you, then change the name history will know me by to Orpheus Hamlet Tiresias when I play grunge folk songs on market streets. When I forget the way to get back home, I will lie down in the middle of town halfway between Nowhere and Nevermore so monster of my heart, who always asks for me to give her some new face to wear, can bury me and journey on alone.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus chases the mad prophet through the labyrinth of lies till they stumble into the amusement park Wonderland where they eat burgers.
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