Creation Of One Thought © Surazeus 2026 10 22 Through weary struggle of uncertain gain against ten thousand years of heartless pain we strive to build empires of clan estates secured by watchtowers on jeweled gates to guard our paradise of lush fruit trees from homeless gangs of plundering refugees. Bright angels wearing jeweled crowns of thorns in white robes on the river shore blow horns to praise great hero who returns from war and kneels before his mother at the door, then drinks from cup of wine his father gives, teary-eyed with joy that his first son lives. Great shining castle of our family power gleams on hill of clouds high above the tower where pregnant princess in the window sings heart-aching sorrow soft as raven wings, for she sees Death in long white robe of light approach with broken tablet of her plight. She turns and gazes at me across time that startles me in trance at eerie chime, since words she sings project on silver screen progress of her reign as Queen Melusine whose serpent blood still simmers in my veins with writhing ambition of divine gains. When searing anguish throbs inside my heart through formulas that bloom on the star chart, I try to break my gaze from eyes of fame that hypnotize my mind with the world game men play to achieve great things till they die while I just want to float in wingless sky. Awake too long from endless hours of watch, I feel my soul-projecting brain gear notch up higher through coiled maze of blazing gods as pulsing spheres that flash on crystal rods in vast Kabbalah tree of One God Eye that tricks my mind to cartograph the Why. Great Eye of timeless truth expands from flash that flares into our multiverse of cash by weaving conscious beings of hungry hope from spooling coils of soul-genetic rope so we assemble on high ziggurat where Ishtar sings Creation of One Thought. When I find broken Lyre of Mercury, I learn how to fix it from Liberty, then sing how social systems organize brave talents who compete to win the prize of honor as gods in Temple of Fate though everyone will die at any rate.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus transcribes verses of the hymn that Ishtar sings as she describes Creation of One Thought that throbs as consciousness in individual human brains.
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