Nerthus Calls My Name © Surazeus 2025 12 19 Extra beautiful with eyes of star ghosts, yet angry at disrespect of the wind, Nerthus rides noon bus to the coffee shop where she serves drinks to writers with laptops till the moon bleeds rain down the window pane, so she turns into the crow without wings. Eager to map graceful curves of both coasts, yet bored with email no one wants to send, Nerthus wears clothes magazines say are hip while watching flashing lights of lost starships that land on her lawn where no god has gone, then gets up on stage at the Globe and sings. Ridiculous how road of life we take leaves our souls stranded in random events, Nerthus declares to the man in the moon who gives her wings he swiped from Icarus who falls from the sky while pondering why our bodies dissolve into wordless dust. Resistant to proof that life must be fake, yet annoyed people demand she be real, Nerthus learns to play American tune that fools everyone stuck on the state bus to work hard for wealth at cost of our health since we float in lake of atomic lust. Arrogant with self-conscious mind of God, yet humble as the ballerina queen, Nerthus researches weird religious cure that banishes cancer from aching hearts by casting dream spells she draws from snake wells, then runs for mayor of her seaside town. Admonished for joining the Justice Squad, despite being last daughter of Melusine, Nerthus teaches her children to endure as the Nordic race that follows star charts to worship oak tree with the Runic Key till our nation is hijacked by the clown. Burdened with mission to rescue the world from tyranny of work-exploitive kings, Nerthus lifts high Lamp of Diogenes and leads our revolution against greed till we all get stuck in the Church of Luck founded on state theology of hate. Bedeviled by faith of the cosmic herald recorded with glass Astarian Rings, Nerthus calls my name Mephistopheles to learn what her son Tiresias needs who becomes the girl with the eyes of pearl in our journey across waste land of fate.
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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Friday, December 19, 2025
Nerthus Calls My Name
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Orpheus and Nerthus smile shyly and say hi as they pass each other in the hall at the Zarathian University of Music, then perform together on stage where he plays lyre as she sings lyrics of Sappho.
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