Riddle Of The Singing Skull © Surazeus 2024 10 06 When ghost in cracked mirror of the world mind replaces my face with face of the moon, my mother makes new face for me to wear, so I study astrophysics of faith to drink hearty milk from breast of the stars that fuels soul engine of my dreaming brain. Though life repeats in circle of rebirth as wheel of fortune calculating fate, I try to jump from its merry-go-round but gravity of hope pulls me back down, so I knock on locked door of the glass church to ask directions to the Afterlife. Awake in greater darkness of the truth, stuck in hallucination loop of lust, I measure features of weird miracles to prove I can walk on waves of the sea with polished board to surf eternity, then land on Island of the Singing Skull. With metaphysical victory through Death I dream the Mind of God inside my brain while strolling down the busy avenue in Gotham City where the Vampire King rules as the corporate president of wealth, disguised as Jesus every Halloween. Accepting alienation of the heart despite the face my mother made for me, I drive to high school on the shining hill where I work as janitor of the soul to clean ugly nightmares students discard as candy wrappers that hide secret codes. Through gorgeous monstrosity of my tale, composed of funny hurtful anecdotes, I recite with dull monotonous voice ancient genesis of my pompous soul that began when I emerged from the sea as Swamp Messiah with serpent-gold eyes. Commissioned to play Restless Messenger, I bear sacred scroll of despondency and give apples of madness to each soul who walks the signless road of everywhere, forever searching for the Afterlife where I want to build mansion of true faith. Leaping through portal of the multiverse, I will solve riddle of the Singing Skull encoded as proverbs in holy books for sale at the bookstore in the sea town where tourists watch the jester imitate the many-faced god in his one-act play.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus imitates the many-faced god for tourists after he solves the riddle of the singing skull.
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