Captain Of The Boat © Surazeus 2024 11 05 While I wander in grand museum halls I see my face in paintings on glass walls, noble kings on horses with bloody swords, ladies in lace gowns beside solemn lords, and river nymphs in shadows of fruit trees who gather jars of honey from sad bees. While I drive my swift convertible car on mountain highway to the shining star I reach my hand up high to touch the moon who meets me in secret wave-washed lagoon where statue of Apollo on the rock holds gold lyre that serves as perch for the hawk. While I lounge on white sand of lonely faith I translate ancient riddle of the wraith to clever story no one understands about the girl with eyes in both her hands who looks for wisdom in dank cave of Hell which she paints by city fountain to sell. While I consider why the sky is blue as psychic mirror that reflects my soul my lover reads my secret book of poems about mermaids mesmerized by hair combs, then gazes at me by fire-crackling hearth to watch my brain project the virtual Earth. While I calculate my new state of mind I solve puzzle of truth my heart designed which helps me navigate world maze of myths with conceptual tropes designed by dreamsmiths so I can find strange garden of the fool who will invent the first carpenter tool. While I construct our new world view from facts which provide context for official acts I place Parnassus Mountain at the core, how angels evolve from the dinosaur, so we can live together in world peace voting for king who guards the Golden Fleece. While I construe special meaning of life from how we overcome spiritual strife I compose scriptures from puzzles of truth based on character of messiah sleuth whose coming is foretold by cosmic herald whom we elect to recreate the world. While I wait in line at the church to vote for who will reign as captain of the boat I strum the lyre of Mercury and sing about protective cover of the wing our national Seraph extends to guard steady progress of our social vanguard.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus the poll worker scans identification cards then gives voters cards to insert in machines where they vote for the new Captain of the Boat.
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