Quest In The Nether Lands © Surazeus 2026 03 20 Attenuated by faith in the sky, I scatter pages of my holy book on narrow trail in forest of sad ghosts so I can find my way to Wonderland but fairies fold them into paper planes and float my memories on the wordless breeze. Sponsored by oldest woman in the world, who dwells in secretive Grand Canyon cave, I paint complex murals on parking lots that show whole history of the human race fighting each other mounds of dirt while I eat apples on library steps. Tall skinny women wearing slim sheath dresses pose on marble steps of the temple porch while photographers capture their lithe grace to celebrate graduation from college as their eyes glitter with hope for the future in heart of the empire that rules the world. Kneeling in dust by dry fountain of bones in central plaza of the crowded city, the Weeping Woman cradles her dead son shot by police sent by the bitter tyrant as he trembles in fear on golden throne while wolves circle his grand palace of mirrors. I remember life of every ancestor whose passion to survive this hostile world generates my body with urgent faith that we can overcome hunger of death to live another hundred million years on frail globe spinning in the starry void. Old mother sitting in dark house at midnight peers out the window at the parking lot where she thinks she sees her son in dark hood, so she opens front door and shouts is name, but faceless ghost of his absence retreats and vanishes in delusion of faith. Religion is ligament of life tales we share around campfire at dawn of time to depict our quest in the Nether Lands to find the hidden treasure of the dragon that highlights exploits of the social hero, dead mortal we worship as tribal god. Caressing my cheek with her callused hand, from working forty years in fields of crops, the Weeping Woman gazes in my eyes and beams into cathedral of my heart enduring passion for justice and truth, so I cradle pure heart of love she gives.
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, March 20, 2026
Quest In The Nether Lands
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