Pale Light Of Winter © Surazeus 2022 02 05 Pale light of winter in my mirror eye that guides me through maze of the Otherworld on signless road of truth, extracting why of wordless wisdom the demon unfurled from tangled roots of apple trees, reveals how we travel faster through time on wheels. Though Theseus never wanders without hope between cities crowded with story slaves who chase rainbows, still learning how to cope with dance of his wife in jeweled sea caves, he breaks through barriers to reach his goal, to power world empire with prayer, not coal. Alone by highway of the time machine, between the prairie and the mountain range, clutching his broken guitar with grim mien, Theseus explores process of psychic change in ballads mocking greedy corporate kings who commodify stolen angel wings. Sitting on lush shore of the gushing stream in demon-shadow of the misty vale near Mount Takoma, I design weird scheme for social heroes in grand cosmic scale of noble deeds, recorded by the bard who nurtures revolt against the old guard. Fighting tyranny of the Minotaur, who runs factories and banks in every town, Theseus writes magic spells in the grimoire he evokes to forge the new goddess crown worn by First Mother of the crystal lake, then records prophecies of the blind snake. Hoping to evade curse of Oedipus, by searching for Star Witch in her Dream Cave, Theseus names his first son Americus so he can translate song of her brain wave that flashes through wires between telephones, based on black flag with the skull and crossbones. Potent ardency of the eyeless girl who plants apple seeds in Garden of Death with gentle hands, despite the fractured pearl of stark infinity, propagates breath through conscious passion for blooming of fruits which emanates demons from tangled roots. Perceptive jesting of the cavern troll, who dares defy harsh tyranny of God, inspires Theseus to perform the role Melpomene wrote to expose his fraud, though he wanders lost in vast maze of myth to learn poetic art of the Dream Smith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, February 5, 2022
Pale Light Of Winter
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