Stolen Mask Of Jupiter © Surazeus 2025 03 29 Untethered twirl of emotional glide accelerates my soul beyond fake bounds of social convention that holds me down, because I spring high from book where I hide secret fears with glass skeletons in mounds on which the lost worship the haughty clown. Unchained ocean waves of obvious truths we dare not speak as taboo of the heart wipe vast metropolis of gleaming towers off face of the Earth with soul-cleansing baths since commercial empire is based on cart from which the lonely girl sells pretty flowers. Untricked by preacher of the fallen god to believe that each person is unique, we search for ancient sword Excalibur as magic weapon buried in the sod so we can fight the conman and his clique who wears the stolen mask of Jupiter. Uncivilized by tyranny of cash that drives fierce engine of global commerce, we fight new civil war of thought control to wear crown of thorns retrieved from the trash based on description of the universe designed by savior hung on the phone pole. Uncaged by law of Goddess Liberty with commission to bear the Torch of Truth, Minerva runs barefoot in the waste land to escape agents of security while pregnant with our new messiah sleuth destined to rule Earth with his red right hand. Unpuzzled petroglyph on Stone of Scone depicts First Mother of the Human Race when she emerges from the Lake of Dreams and plays haunting tunes on flute of bird bone then wears golden mask over pock-marked face when she performs in Theater of Seems. Uncrowned as honest Emperor of Earth, I ride White Horse of Justice down the street through parade to celebrate victory, then analyze what everything is worth which I list on the clay-tablet spreadsheet as world-traveling man of mystery. Unlocking stolen mask of Jupiter, I climb huge pyramid of the God-Eye so I can understand the human heart which follows path devised by Lucifer because we choose our fate by asking why we must blindly conform to our star chart.
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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Saturday, March 29, 2025
Stolen Mask Of Jupiter
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Orpheus wears white gloves as he carefully places and adjusts the Stolen Mask of Jupiter in the display case in the Zarathian Museum of World History.
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