Sunday, June 14, 2026

Win The Apple Of Eris

Win The Apple Of Eris
© Surazeus
2026 06 14

Assembled angels on the Pantheon 
watch horses race across the roadless plain 
to win the Apple of Eris with speed 
that honors wind ghost of the primal seed 
from which all creatures of spinning Earth spring 
at spark of love when Daughters of Time sing. 

When people thank God for their victories 
in sports competitions to win Gold Keys, 
I laugh because they still believe the creed 
which Al-Ghazali taught in fevered screed 
that God controls where every atom goes 
so what occurs is Law that God bestows. 

If every act of force that I perform 
was decreed by God before I was born, 
then I am but dumb puppet of his Will, 
so I commit no sin, though I may kill, 
and thus cannot be punished for some crime 
that God makes me do in flow of space-time. 

Yet supernatural conscious God of Fate, 
who forces us to play his game as bait, 
is not as real as priests want me to think, 
since atoms randomly swerve at the brink 
which causes them to swirl in globes of life 
where brain-urged creatures clash in hungry strife. 

If flashing atoms always beam too straight 
through boundless void of space due to their weight, 
they never would collide in coils of light 
that form matter of the universe right, 
so Epicurus taught that atoms swerve 
in random deviations of the curve. 

If we could predict where each atom moves 
our actions would be locked in legal grooves, 
predetermined by divine will of God 
which would make us puppets committing fraud, 
so random swerves of atoms in the void 
breaks chain of necessity we avoid. 

Thus we assert soft force of our free will 
when we ascend to fruit grove on the hill 
where we tame horses with sweet fruit of trust, 
subsuming mindless energy of lust, 
so we can bridle passion of their flight 
in race to achieve the heavenly height. 

How far across the spinning globe I fly 
on horse of wisdom to discover why 
our bodies spring from laughter of the sea 
as we investigate how to live free 
when we assert free will by conscious choice, 
then chronicle events with honest voice. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus tends to his horse who glides gracefully in the meadow, admiring how she reflects beauty she inherited from her ancestor, the Darley Arabian.

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