God Who Never Dies © Surazeus 2024 12 25 Right after my mother gives me her eyes she tells everyone she was always blind so I count the stars that fall from her hands and tend them as they grow into long vines with eyes that people buy so they can see the god who never dies inside our hearts. When my blind mother leads me in the woods she bids me sit on mushrooms with red toads while she carves new mask from trunk of the oak then gives it to me as my secret face with pair of green-blue eyes so I can see the god who never dies inside the trees. After we climb to the top of the world where nine Muses dance in tall ring of stones my mother reaches her hands to the sky and draws rain down into her flashing womb to create body which I use to see the god who never dies inside the clouds. Before gaping mouth of the shining cave my mother inserts her new pair of eyes then leads me down to underworld of fear to show me where to find large shining gems and how to carve emeralds in eyes to see the god who never dies inside the Earth. Knee-deep in canal of water we dig from gushing river to channel its flow so tears of heaven nourish stalks of wheat, we grind flour and bake pies with roasted pears green as my dreaming eyes I use to see the god who never dies inside the wheat. Beside the table near the glowing hearth, my mother sews new clothes for me to wear then bids me answer the phone when it rings to talk with people in far distant lands about why they want to visit and see the god who never dies inside the wires. Under the propped-up hood in pouring rain, I replace and fix broken engine parts, adjusting passion of pistons to spark exploding gas that causes wheels to turn so we drive sea-side mountain road to see the god who never dies inside the car. In line to vote in free democracy for man with vision to improve our lives as president who rules our nation-state, I wonder why societies require one man both strong and self-controlled to play the god who never dies inside the Sun.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, December 25, 2024
God Who Never Dies
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Orpheus peers into his green-blue eyes in the mirror to try and see the god who never dies inside his brain.
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