Clever Mother Of My Clan © Surazeus 2026 08 04 Too early in the morning for this game that twists our bodies into hungry ghosts, our clan assembles on the river shore and hums together in weird harmony to channel spirit of the mountain stream as scene preserved in our genetic dream. Alone in clean museum hall at dawn, Nerthus gazes with sense of aching loss at painting of idyllic pastoral scene that shows her great-grandfather Lycidas strumming lyre of Mercury by tall oak as Phyllis dances in long breeze-blown gown. Walking in silver light of dawn to work at the public utilities department, Nerthus contemplates how town engineers, since humans built Harappa and Uruk, have designed straight grids of gardens and streets with systems of pipes for water and sewage. The holy Fountain of the Flying Horse, that springs from heart of darkness on high slope, and flows down lush meadows of Helicon, supplies the water needs of families in millions of houses in city zones through system of pipes engineers design. Climbing high mountain of mist-shrouded pines, Nerthus follows the winding river course to cave from which clear water of life springs, then gazes over vast metropolis organized to manage human desires in food-production system of our hope. Each person finds their place in game of life in which constructive labor of their hands contributes to production and distribution of food so every living human being may eat fair share of energy they make, though some will hoard wealth from desperate fear. Tall black-haired archer Malchos Azizos, who journeyed from Hamath Epiphania to man the fort near Wall of Hadrianus, offers Nerthus apples and deer-skin cloak, so she agrees to cook food at his hearth, and bears lithe son he names Apollonios. I feel through glowing vision of my heart spirit of Atargatis, Dea Syria, awake in clever mother of my clan who taught me how to breathe in soul of light and sing harmonious melody of love that guides my journey to the Promised Land.
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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Tuesday, August 4, 2026
Clever Mother Of My Clan
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Orpheus finds his mother, Calliope, lounging by the Fountain of the Flying Horse on Mount Helicon, who gives him Apple of Eris to eat for breakfast.
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