Museum of Abandoned Gods © Surazeus 2025 10 17 Searching for lost souls in junk-littered lot beside abandoned radio factory, I find feathers from wings of fallen angels that vibrate with ambitions of the proud, so I weave them into wings for myself which helps me fly above world maze of myths. Gazing down below through wisps of cold clouds that billow from snow-jagged mountain range, I see idols of long-abandoned gods keeping watch with celestial jewel eyes over descendants of their dreamless brains who swarm in every city of the Earth. Asking each abandoned god of mankind secret code of their name written in stars and tale of how they gained their superpower, I written their stories in the Book of Gods, for every one was once some mortal human endowed with divine spirit of the world. Stocking library shelves in every town with volumes that record their noble deeds, I read to children in the afternoon so they know tragic comedies of fate performed by lost gods of the human race whose failures and successes guide our way. Constructing castle on high jagged rock that juts out into seething sea of faith, I host the ghosts of those forgotten gods at grand feast of divine apocalypse, then afterward we hear blind Homer sing epic tales of their lives for all to hear. Exploring mystery of our primal being, which emanates from our conceptual bodies, I wear mask of each god on Wall of Fortune so I experience passion of their souls which urge our quest to find the Promised Land we must create with hands of loving faith. Analyzing how leaves of trees transform light and rain to sweet fruit we humans eat, I savor pleasure of each conscious brain that has ever dreamed on this spinning globe so all their memories stored in fairy tales become my memory of the human race. Organizing idols of long-dead gods, which I recover from junk-littered lot beside abandoned radio factory, I display them behind glass with their names and stories of their lives on metal plates in our Museum of Abandoned Gods.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus stands before crowd of faceless gods and speaks about the randomness of fortune at the grand opening of the Museum of Abandoned Gods.
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