Chew Gold Coins © Surazeus 2024 12 20 Not long for the darkness of the closed book will I still float in water of the lake to contemplate how birds fly among clouds where they transform into angels with harps who play sweet music of the afterlife that lures me to walk the lost primrose path. Each person in our far-wandering clan lies down along the signless road of hope where they dissolve into soil of the Earth, so we continue walking somewhere else to find the elusive fountain of youth whose waters restore our bodies to health. This ancient memory of my wandering tribe haunts me while I sit at my office desk with fingers weaving documents of faith that describe progress of our business model to sell more units to our customers who remember crouching on the bleak plain. Our shared communal memory of the past when we journeyed across landscape of desire, hunting animals to roast on the fire, and gathering fruits and herbs from lush vales, motivates drive of our capitalist state to operate factories producing food. Rising from silver water of the lake that cleans my body and mind from hard work of helping run the world corporate machine, I stretch my body from Earth to Blue Sky where no angels play harps on glowing clouds, then lounge under the willow on the shore. The man gliding behind me on the road slows his motorbike when I turn around, and grins as he aims pistol at my heart, then shouts, "Your business model based on greed scams the people who work hard while you play," then fires seven bullets into my soul. I wish I could say that when I arrive at the Gates of Heaven, where Peter sits processing souls, he could adjudicate my earned admission into paradise, but I sink into gloom of nothingness as Peter pushes me off the gold cloud. Now I wander in my enormous mansion forever searching for something to eat, but all I find are heaps of metal coins that once could buy favorable legislation deregulating how I conduct business, so I chew gold coins for eternity.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, December 20, 2024
Chew Gold Coins
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Orpheus investigates the assassination of the chief operating officer of Manufactured Food Products International till he arrests Jesus for the crime.
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