Limping Toward Heaven © Surazeus 2026 02 13 Reborn on Earth as Jesus Jupiter, assigned by Jove to guard the Holy Grail, I wear computer mask of Lucifer to play my role as prophet in Dream Tower who studies psychic riddle of Brain Flower while limping toward Heaven with Book of Ghosts. Still crazy after years of wandering woke on quest to find lost sword Excalibur, I give star-jeweled crown to Guinevere with pledge to maintain world democracy in holy crusade against tyranny while limping toward Heaven with Sword of Right. Awake from timeless dream as Sirius, startled by weird beauty of this strange world, I emerge from bottomless Well of Light to channel Sibyl Soul of Melusine so I can calculate when empires fall while limping toward Heaven with Scales of Truth. Alert with Wand of Zambor in my heart as Watcher in Tower of the God Eye, I find Rocket Boots that Charlemagne wore so I can fly with Wings of Icarus above sprawling cities of Zathamar while limping toward Heaven with Skull of God. Shocked by return of Satan on world stage disguised as presidents of super-states, I carry Lyre of Mercury with care to sing dire prophecies on city streets with Voice of Cassandra no one can hear while limping toward Heaven with Harp of Hope. Trained by Orpheus to lead refugees from war-torn lands to Elysian Fields, I ask shy Ophelia to marry me so she bakes large turkey and pumpkin pie when we celebrate Thanksgiving in Hell while limping toward Heaven with Horn of Fate. Reborn from Ishtar as Astarius, bright incarnation of the Morning Star, I rebuild Empire of Meroveus which I name for Mother Gothinia and rule from Fruit Garden of Scythia while limping toward Heaven with Bow of Faith. Planting apple seeds on lush river shores while riding Pegasus on Wings of Wind, I learn to build wheeled cart from Helius then drive west to Cave of Solaria with soul of Phoebus singing in my heart while limping toward Heaven through Maze of Myths.
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, February 13, 2026
Limping Toward Heaven
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Orpheus gathers all the lost treasures of our dead gods in Zarathian Museum of Poetic Tropes so aliens visiting Earth may understand our world mythology.
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