Screaming Hills Of Nowhere © Surazeus 2022 09 03 The children singing in the river stone contend with mortal stars that rend awry except when summer toots the lonely bone through secret laughter of the deathless I who wakes each new life in my tangled brain by dancing wildly in indifferent rain. The screaming hills of nowhere nurture souls who stare too unawake in swirling snow to know why oceans hide in famous roles as mothers teach us how the atoms flow though we can never split the universe with structured measure of the psychic force. The humming book on table of the truth reveals old riddles in roots of the tree that shades the girl with fruit in market booth who sells road maps to wild land of the free because the ocean girl in every home waits lonely for the fool who loves to roam. The children dreaming in the river stone dispel the moon-witch wind of everywhere with every story they share on the phone despite our hunger for the glorious pear which ravens bring to prophet by the lake to prove their noble savior is too fake. The angel blooming in the river mud tears fragile fabric of the matrix mind beyond the silent forever of blood related to strange puzzle of the blind with wandering knowledge of the always near consumed by theology of our here. The spinning globe in void of nothingness will measure timeless action of unnow with specters haunting land of happiness to base economy on the milk cow if true snowflakes consider my sad heart as I heap sorrow in the broken cart. The jumping ghost in hall of nameless masks decides to show our deathless mother why our shadows swell beyond code of time tasks we choose as process for weird life we fly since Deathless Mother of the swirling door translates the secret my to holy your. The raven watching humans fall in love defines how mimes still generate new life as monkeys eat the dragon in her cave who taught them language of the stellagraph so we must claim global citizenship before we set out on our family trip.
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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