Ghosts On Mount Olympus © Surazeus 2025 07 10 When I inhale forgotten memories fierce feelings sprout wings from my wounded heart so I fly far across the spinning world to find the place I invent in my mind where I may overcome my opposite, and dwell in comfort of sorrow expressed. This world is not the one in which I fell asleep with blanket of religious faith as time shifts gears of knowledge one notch more which leaves me stranded on the windy shore, so I rise from my bed of tangled roots to don my wolf-fur cape and leather boots. Ascending steep slope to the mountain peak to find beyond horizon of my faith sun-gleaming towers of our Shangri-La, I peer in wind-whipped swirls of moon-white snow to see golden arches of that cafe where tourists eat hamburgers with root beer. Bewildered by vision of paradise, I stumble in large cave of shadowed fears to shelter from the reckless storm of time, but find large statue of Copernicus holding armillary sphere in his hand that represents the roundness of our world. When the snowstorm dissipates with soft voice of cupids fluttering wings by rivulets, I see Ganymede with Liberty Cap kneeling on the broad rocky mountain slope with bowl of wine for his eagle to drink as he caresses feathers of her head. Stepping gingerly over jagged stones splintered loose from cliffs by expanding ice, I see young mother with gossamer wings lift baby cupid from the crowded crib, kiss his cheek, then toss him into the air so my wild angel soars into the clouds. Startled by herd of goats clattering their hoofs on river stones, I huddle by pine tree twisted by four thousand years of wild wind, and find myself beside their grinning shepherd, Faunus lounging in goat-fur pants and boots while Latinus plays panpipes on his knee. Snapping photos of ghosts on Mount Olympus with my eye-phone, I wander in mute ruins of that ancient temple where Zeus played host with feasts and stage shows for time travelers till relentless shifting of the universe erased their memories from all human minds.
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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Thursday, July 10, 2025
Ghosts On Mount Olympus
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Orpheus teaches Latinus how to play the lyre while singing epic narrative tales about the human adventure exploring the world of mountains and seas.
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