Map Of Everywhere © Surazeus 2025 04 05 The house that became the house of my heart in the town that is the town of my heart provides safe haven for my secret dreams that bloom delicate as exotic flowers in ontological hothouse of truth that lures honey bees from forest of gloom. The signless road that goes through my heart town will lead me to every town in the world if I journey far enough beyond home to find every house where I used to live has disappeared from map of everywhere which leaves me stranded in the wilderness. Thus with the lyre of Mercury in hand I act as guide for refugees from wars who flee from houses their ancestors built when greedy tyrants bomb their paradise, but they refuse to follow me back home and scatter far across the crowded land. Because I make up spirit-cheering songs while wandering lost in land of everywhere, I realize each road that leads somewhere else will take someone back to once was their home unless they decide to go anywhere unmapped by rich men who control all land. The house that was the house of happy lives weeps for its walls and doors blown out by bombs, and calls the names of those who lived there once with claim it is their destined paradise, and though they stop on some far distant road they turn away and will return no more. One hundred thousand years of spinning time my ancestors walked along flowing streams from mountain valleys down to ocean shores to understand the hydrologic cycle where water circulates the atmosphere so life may flourish on breast of the Earth. The Lake of Dreams in valley of bright stars is destination of my aching heart, so I compose new map of everywhere to navigate my course from birth to death for every conscious soul who ever lives to dwell in houses we build from our dreams. With open door of honest insolence I welcome no one to my secret home where I protect my family from harm when gangs of thieves with weapons of desire rampage across the land of hopeless faith, yet I will sell you map of everywhere.
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, April 5, 2025
Map Of Everywhere
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Orpheus teaches me how to cartograph the landscape of the heart so I can map the history of human life on Earth since we emerged from the Lake of Dreams.
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