New King Of Everywhere © Surazeus 2022 01 04 The absolute glow of the trembling Earth which emanates from effect of my heart originates conceptual thoughts I dream to witness primordial darkness of truth when you smile and gaze deep into my eyes so we contemplate hollowness of time. The horned owl in the oak of clacking skulls beams moonlight through cracked crystal of my heart so I hear song of the meteor who brings spirit of truth from the infinite void awake in humming diamond of my brain since I illuminate horror with words. The last vaudeville clown of America dances weeping in empty theater where ghosts of angels and demons reflect spirit of the age that dissolves in war as smoke from guns veils lost Garden of Eden till laughing skull of Hamlet reclaims truth. The fractured mirror in temple of masks distorts eternal truth words fail to prove so I climb the crooked sycamore tree and wait for messiah sleuth to see me but the girl in white dress of loyal love gives me the apple she stole from the snake. The eyeless face behind the curtain lace in upstairs bedroom of the ancient mansion watches me ride swift horse of Zathamar so I become the serpent in Star Lake who builds enormous towers of steel and glass to prove I am new King of Everywhere. The latest book of the World Testament that appears in temples of singing skulls records brave journey of Zarathia from vast Babylon to lush Oregon on quest for secret of eternal life hidden in dream code of genetic coils. The writhing umbrage of the Tree of Life conveys clairvoyant attitude of care on waves of molecules that weave timed space in walls of paradise that trap my mind too deep in labyrinth of Tellurian myths for me to remember my secret name. No phantoms dance in my mysterious mist so I disappear from all social platforms prepared to open window of my mind through aggressive chess play of liberty reluctant to allow freedom to reign at sudden cracking from the door of doom.
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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