Safe On The Serpent Way © Surazeus 2026 05 10 In this open field of battle for truth between bleak wind and sorrow of the mind, I build marble temple from dragon bones where the clock, not yet invented by hope, unspools salvation from seductive hearts of those who long to walk the signless road. Soft whisper of some voice in shadowed woods explains quickening of life in dark rain that causes mindless reel of being to spin with sharp machinery of the hungry mind because past events of outrageous crimes occur again today that shocks our hearts. Knife-eyed scientists of truth, who research excessive opinions about state power, scan vast emptiness of heavenly realms with passion to observe how souls are born from flash of chemicals in pulsing brains that emanate with conscious sense of self. Harrowing strain of electric regrets reshapes crowded tenements of lost souls who give up searching for the Promised Land while gazing upward at arrogant clouds that deny right to work and live at will in any town along the restless river. So many voices of the recent past wait mute in cracked texts of long-unread books that highlight fraught problem of ownership fought between factions of corporate states, so I walk barefoot on long pilgrimage to find skulls of gods buried under roots. When Sisyphus stumbles to his crippled knees and rock of salvation begins to roll, I will imagine how happy he is to push the stone of wisdom up the hill, then stand in line with joy to wait my turn while I ponder how matter radiates essence. Since Tiresias gives me wand of respect and retires to watch television shows, I strut the busy streets of business shops till I see tall gold statue in the park, but when preachers demand I worship it I call out for help from Abednego. Running from masked agents with eyeless guns, I seek for Spirit of Lyterius to wake inside hollow cave of my heart and guide my way safe on the Serpent Way, till I find myself at the pyramid where lightning strikes gold idol of the king.
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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Sunday, May 10, 2026
Safe On The Serpent Way
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Orpheus melts down the gold idol of the king and gives coins stamped with face of Mercury to everyone in the land so they can buy new homes and food to eat.
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