Weird Seraphic Key © Surazeus 2024 10 30 If you find me behind my paper face, arrange nine infinity stones of truth in temple garden on the mountain slope to combine spiritual stillness of faith with aesthetic mastery of dream chaos so you know who you are before you die. That heavy thing that nestles in my heart, with unacknowledged guilt of wanting love, reveals true faces of people I love who wear paper faces for Halloween to meet dead ancestors on moonlit streets who give us secret treasures of the past. While drawing hieroglyphs on sea-beach sand I analyze flashing state of my mind to excise guilt for crimes I commit not, despite erratic scenes of frantic thought, so I wear paper face with demon growl to frighten devils of my heart away. Each painting of Christ on cathedral walls still standing in old European towns, despite devils dropping bombs from airplanes, represents each ancestor of my line as living men with genes of Jupiter who claimed divine right to rule Wonderland. As wounded Fisher King on throne of bones, I send noble knights into the waste land to overthrow oppressors from tall castles and place jeweled crowns of authority on heads of girls who understand their people, then enforce their laws in the market place. With boat of Alastor on one fine day I sail from Isle of Skye to Patmos Isle, and dig up corpse of Jesus from his cave where, written on his holy savior robe, I will find secret Revelation code to help me navigate dark maze of myths. Then back to the orange groves of Florida I sail to visit the Orlando graveyard where parents of my mother lie together, half hidden under piles of wind-blown leaves, to find the ancient lyre of Mercury that Bob once played while singing holy hymns. Wearing paper face of the troubadour I roam our land from sea to shining sea to translate new-spelled prophecies of fate from timeless melody of wind and sea to puzzling riddles no one understands, except those pierced by weird seraphic key.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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