World Of Upside Down © Surazeus 2022 01 29 This is the day to remain silent for since children remember the ones who die though nameless ghosts linger on the sea shore talking to the angry face in the sky who drenches us in sorrow of cold rain so we shiver in agony from pain. No one but wind in trees remembers why the faceless woman weeping in the door would never disenchant the hope to try if love wanders helpless to search for more since only ghost in the pool could atone for shattering illusion of the shocked stone. The boy in the windowless room explains how to arrange puzzle of thoughts we share long after the contemptuous moon wanes at smearing of paint on the broken stair to prove nothing which is hidden in books can heal the heart destroyed by silent looks. The girl in the shadowless grove of fear refuses to interpret blood-stained runes carved on glass wall of the time-twisting sphere so she erases truth with strange cartoons that narrate weird life of the trickster fox who redefines nature with melting clocks. The old man who falls asleep at his desk considers the laughter of children in parks who rejoice in humor of quaint burlesque performed on stage of undulating quarks to imitate style of the faceless clown who plays God in the world of upside down. The old woman whose brain sparks soul fireworks appears on pyramid with goddess mask to chant prophecies recorded by clerks who party all night at the raucous masque since only fools resist the urge to howl at second coming of the star-eyed owl. Sweet bitter lust of pungent cigar smoke replaces angst of desire blind gods express when brave messiah of the newly woke pressures powerful people to confess that eyes of the camera strip naked souls to mock assumed privilege of royal roles. This is the day to attend cosmic shows that unravel state of power by the lake from which first mother of mankind once rose to prepare with sorrow the chocolate cake since great empires collapse with ringing bells when murdered girls crawl from demonic wells.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, January 29, 2022
World Of Upside Down
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