Illusions In Mirror Of Lies © Surazeus 2022 12 28 The mind-confounding truth we fear to face sparks lamp that leads us to the cluttered place unknown to cartographers of world view that frames our failures in narrative clue few dare to solve for reward of the prize we earn by shouting at mirror of lies. Though jester in the business suit knows how money barons enslave the working cow through incentives to work till they fall dead he prefers to run the factory of bread where only humble fools can spot the spies who fight for victory in mirror of lies. We build our civilization on wheat since bread fuels our bodies to pave the street where the blind pope in the bullet-proof car waves to worshippers who adore his star though he predicts new world empire will rise from our illusions in mirror of lies. We call each other on the telephone to discuss cruel deeds of the smiling clone who insists on proving he is the king clutching the invisibility ring which gives him power to measure the skies that vanish straight in the mirror of lies. Still culpable for aggressive regret contained in angel wings of the egret, the money jester buys and trades truth stocks, always out of tune with the maple clocks because even fake kings must compromise with poor workers who haunt mirror of lies. The badge with honey bee and golden key allows me to enter eternity long enough to chat with God about death but all he can say is take a deep breath, so he returns to Heaven in disguise as noble hero in mirror of lies. At home in the university maze, I study evolutionary phase in which I can wrestle angel of death to impress the indifferent global wraith, but in the end I choose to advertise demonic wisdom in mirror of lies. Yet mothers of warriors killed in the war still wait with cookies in the empty door for Orion to pass by on the road while he designs new world linguistic code which nullifies vain attempts to surmise whose real face I see in mirror of lies.
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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