How Fleeting Life Is © Surazeus 2026 05 21 If nobody cares why the caged bird sings, Christine whispers to the telephone pole, then I shall never pick flowers again for how they wilt in the porcelain jar just makes me sad at how fleeting life is, for I want to free cloud-ghosts from their cage. Startled each time her old telephone pings, Christine gazes down into the black hole at aching whistle of the distant train to ask the ghost with the broken guitar for help solve the theological quiz that provides role for her to play on stage. Shocked by displacement of her naked soul at sudden extraction time executes by flashing whirl of hands on the glass clock, Christine decides to wear tattered swan wings when she dances gracefully in spotlight that erases her uniqueness from dream. Entranced by song of the gold oriole encoding riddles of deep attributes that ripple dark waves of the spooky loch, Christine enters vast cathedral and sings tragic tale of the Queen and the Cartwright who fall in love by the moon-misty stream. Transcribing code of sweet nightingale tunes that echo in forest of burning masks, Christine ponders weird mystery of the sea from which fertile organic life transforms till she contrives formula that describes how atoms beam conscious glow of the brain. Recording proverbs in snake-writhing runes that calculate process of mental tasks, Christine embodies Goddess Liberty who shelters our bodies safe from dream storms that forge fierce empires from down-to-earth tribes who put aside their differences to train. I prefer not to fight their futile war over who controls lush meadows of wheat and who adjudicates cases of crime, Christine declares in court of social law, then chooses to host wandering refugees who huddle at the feet of Liberty. Setting caged birds free through the open door, Christine rules Earth from the Perilous Seat while Percival designs world paradigm that honors brave wisdom of Onatah who gives every person their new house keys which powers growth of world democracy.
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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Thursday, May 21, 2026
How Fleeting Life Is
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Orpheus hires Christine as his administrative assistant to help him operate Zarathian Museum of Dead Gods that provides writing workshops for survivors of war.
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