House Of Everywhere © Surazeus 2024 11 01 Though I hold the shocking truth in my hands, I will take the bus to the shopping mall and eat hamburger with fries and root beer, then browse the latest music compact discs to find the prophet with voice of the people who can guide our way in weird maze of myths. Around the world I fly on turtle wings to find secret valley of paradise hidden somewhere in the wild mountain range, far from sprawling metropolitan cities where bankers rule corporations as kings, to find the prophet begging for spare change. While strolling down the busy city street past shining windows of elegant stores, I see ghost of Nostradamus appear in nuclear-white flash of the time-jump door who grabs my hand and runs into the rain to escape horde of assassins with swords. Leaping planets across the multiverse, we time-slip across hundred thousand worlds where every future in parallel states shows me starting revolution of truth, till I manage to escape every version and land in this world where I am Nobody. Hanging out at the Pegasus Cafe in downtown Athens on Apollo Street, I chat with Nostradamus about truth while we sip ginger mochas and eat cake, then he explains I am safe in this time as he smiles and leaps through portal of fate. Looking around at the gathering crowd, I stand up on stage by portrait of Keats and read poems from my new self-published book, then bow to the scattered polite applause, relieved I am not going to end the world by fighting for my right to rule as king. Pulling mask of the prophet off my face, I walk outside in the late evening sun and stroll to the World Library of Souls where doors to each parallel universe are hidden between the covers of books that preserve ghosts of long-forgotten gods. Parking my car in the cluttered garage, and putting my wings in the cardboard box, I walk inside my House of Everywhere to gather countless fragments of my soul floating in words with glass butterfly wings, and weave them into the mask of my face.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, November 1, 2024
House Of Everywhere
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Orpheus designs and constructs the House of Everywhere where every soul who has ever lived and ever will live on every planet in the universe can meet for the holiday dinner.
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