Journey On The Golden Way © Surazeus 2025 06 06 Awake in dream-cache of my boundless head, I find the missing persons of the world whose voices echo in strange empty rooms because the tilted moon of consciousness wheels far beyond the city I know well to gleam blind in dilapidated cairn. Lost in bright shadow where no devils tread to watch strange drama of the cosmic herald, I record tales carved on abandoned tombs in vain game to analyze selfishness which motivates each angel of the bell to write new story for each soul yet born. Across the cluttered landscape of my mind I pave new road that weaves ten thousand towns in one vast network of collected souls who merge into each other as they flow till they become the faded photographs their children keep in luggage of despair. Each cathedral rose window Fate designed, that depicts tragic tales of holy clowns, provides confusing answer for what roles we choose to play with faith so we can grow at shocked epiphany when no one laughs since nothing happens despite fervent prayer. Oblivious wisdom of our misplaced faith contrives obscenity of quickened hope that mirrors trammeled darkness of sunrise to fill the empty sky with blazing song which breaks my heart free from cage of desire through disengagement of the flashing rain. Heart swelling with power of the star wraith, I clamber clumsily up the steep slope through inspiration of divine surprise to enter sacred groove where clamorous throng sings frenzied hymns in world communal choir directed by the social charlatan. Frail paper flowers in the water vase astound mind of the prophet with no hands who preaches every conscious soul will die which angers fierce believers with glass hearts confirmed as idols of anxiety who weep at judgment of the final day. Dressed in black gown of agony and lace, young star-eyed woman of the Netherlands maps new world view across the mirror sky while bearing Book of Liberty with charts for codes to solve puzzles of piety that guides our journey on the Golden Way.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sells road maps of the Golden Way while standing outside ruins of the cathedral where tourists take photos and pray to the empty sky.
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