Jester Mask Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 09 22 Though day and night are equal in my heart at gentle turning of our verdant world I feel myself unbalanced without wings before virginal Justice holding scales by which she judges intent of the mind to analyze effects of good and evil. Eager to ascend tall Tower of Truth, I steal keys of the kingdom from Saint Peter with hope to see perspective of the world composed of Ideas that persist in Heaven, imbued with light and shadow that reveals beauty of every structure formed from atoms. Yet when I open portal to lost time for highest room in tall Tower of Truth, I find Cassandra, dressed in scarlet gown, gazing deep in gold crystal ball of fate who prophesies that I will rule the world, so I flee from role of the cosmic herald. Stumbling exhausted down the signless road on windy prairie where wordless winds blow east of the rocky Rainbow Mountain range, I find abandoned lyre of Mercury half-buried on Missouri River shore, so I extract it from corpse of my faith. Wandering far across America in countless towns from sea to shining sea, I play grunge folk songs on old rusty strings and sing dire prophecies Cassandra dreamed to prove that no one will believe the truth even as our empire crumbles to lies. I cannot remove jester mask of faith that hides identity of my fake self because King Midas, enraged by sharp jokes, sends blood-thirsty Furies to hunt me down and hang me from telephone pole of fear though I am Angelus whom Hera sent. Sprung from the dreamless eyes of cruel Cronus, three Furies race along crowded highways to catch me as I fly toward temple hall where wise Athena chants Kabbalic spells that channel psychic energy of stars to power my soul with visions of peace. When Ophelia dives in the River Styx she transforms into mermaid with gold scales, and swims down into silent sea of dreams to bear Orpheus with attentive care safe to lush shore of Chesapeake Bay where she crowns him King of Zarathia.
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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Monday, September 22, 2025
Jester Mask Of Faith
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Orpheus drops the crown on the White House lawn as he climbs over the fence and runs away west to live by a river in a hidden valley of the Cascade Mountains.
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