Heal The Psychic Scar © Surazeus 2022 01 08 Reluctant sorrow of the bleeding moon reborn from black hole of the mortal mind reveals bold confidence of the blind clown who manipulates facts with sleight of hand designed to encode truth with social lies that radiates fractals to deceive our eyes. I sit with Grief in heat of weeping trees while books with photos of people I love crumble to ashes in my grasping hands though violet ache of transcendent seas showers my body with rain from clouds above through wracking charm of arrogant despair. The olive tree outside window of fear explodes white blossoms of selfish desire to prove the faceless ghost in open door calculates how to heal the psychic scar when I search for dream books in vast bazaar about the Lost Princess of Zathamar. On ruins of your empire I will build new nation of Zarathia who knows all romantic tales born in Buchenwald guide lovers to transcend orgasmic phase on quest to generate immortal soul in wingless angel who dreams the White Whole. Alone in Underworld of laughing skulls, Orpheus sings heart-breaking hymn of hope for ghost of absence haunting doorless halls since even wise men will believe the hype that civilized man, caught in stormy rains, can tame demonic spirit of our brains. The Japanese girl in short white-lace skirt, with face perfect as statue of Kore, who skates on fragile ice of global peace, drinks mocha with Orpheus in cafe to study prophecies on psychic chart drawn by Medea on the Golden Fleece. Though Jason never finds the Promised Land, since he abandoned on Island of Fools the Manic Pixie Dream Girl of the mind, he finds job building engines with thought tools to zoom around Earth in time-machine car in vain search for the road to Zathamar. Grief never sits with me by Lake of Dreams though I work as financial analyst in the bank tower, charging tax for streams where fairies singing in the timeless mist watch our tragic tales in star-gleaming jewels evolve in psychic waves of molecules.
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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